Marshland Central Palace had never witnessed such an assembly. The grand hall—once a symbol of human dominance and goblin exclusion—now teemed with representatives from every corner of the known world. Lords and ladies whose bloodlines stretched back generations sat shoulder to shoulder with evolved goblins whose very existence defied all established order.
Reed stood before them, his corrupted form commanding attention despite his diminutive stature. Black veins pulsed beneath his ashen skin, occasionally emitting faint luminescence when he spoke certain words. The corruption had spread further since their escape from Ahn'Karesh—now covering sixty percent of his body—but he had achieved a precarious balance with it, neither fully accepting nor rejecting its influence.
