Phabium walked the domain of the pantheon of monster gods and found himself once again hit with waves of grief that usually hit him upon seeing the other gods of his pantheon. He slowly walked by the courts of the monster pantheon. He looked upon the withered husk of monster gods that when the realm of mortals was young were titans whose mere presence could crush cities.
Now they barely exist as a memory of a shadow of what they once were. It would stay that way for many of them, but today it could change for one, and in the realm of the monster gods, that was good news that they had not heard in a very long time. So Phabium made his way to his destination, passing by several courts of his pantheon that had not had any business done in them in several mortal lifetimes.
Phabium reached his destination, the court belonging to the gods of the dark monster fey. He walked among them for a moment until he found one that could use what was being offered and had the strength to take the opportunity. So it would be that one of the forgotten monster races returned to the mortal realm of Zostrora.
In his kingdom of smog, Maxwell waited, wondering if his savior was happy with the temple catacomb. Phabium had not returned, and he was beginning to get worried that perhaps either he or Wormer had messed up when making the temple catacombs and was about to order the construction of another one when it hit them.
A strange power flowed into the temple catacombs. It was far weaker than Phabium, but he could tell it was similar in its holy nature. "It worked." Maxwell said excitedly that he had succeeded in the task given to him by his savior. Though as he gazed upon the above-ground entrance to the temple catacombs, he wondered what dark fey god of monster fey had taken ownership of the temple.
Inside the temple catacomb, Wormer and his assistants watched as a statue formed above the empty pedestal. The air within the main chamber became charged as the statue took form, the power building up as the statue grew closer to completion until it finally burst out as the statue was complete, sending Wormer and his assistants to the floor.
Once they picked themselves up and waved the smoke away from themselves that had been created from the explosion of energy, they looked at the statue and took in the figure it presented in its entirety. The statue was large, about six inches tall, and was of a strange humanoid figure that was of a combination of ant and what looked like to be some kind of plant.
Worack approached the statue to see what was written at its base, somehow being able to read it despite not being taught how to read it yet. The words somehow speaking to him said. "Acrostile, god of the anes who are of the dark fey." Worack stepped away from the statue, surprised at the self-speaking magic words at its base; he ended up backing into Wormer, who stood there looking at the statue.
"It appears that we have succeeded in our task." Wormer stated simply, as it seemed clear to him that they made the temple to be provided over by a god, and now that one had it, they only needed to tell the ruler of it. So Wormer walked over to one of the many smog roots that were everywhere in the underground and touched it, allowing for feelings and thoughts to pass through each other.
Wormer passed along the image of the statue of the god that had taken the temple catacombs for themselves and sent along a feeling of pride at having done the task assigned him. Once he was sure the message had gotten through, Wormer collected Worack and Worense, talking them down the underground exit to get back to their training in one of the mutating chambers.
Maxwell was quickly informed of the new dark fey god's ownership of the tomb through the smog root fists network. So with the tomb now claimed, he needed the bodies moved in so this god Acrostile could begin bringing his people into this world. So some smog fists were quickly formed, and the pile of grass pixie bodies near him was picked up by this fist made out of smog, and then they were carried to the temple catacombs.
Maxwell found strange guidance once his hands made out if smog were in the walls of the temple catacombs guiding him, and so counting on the power's guidance, the bodies were all laid out around the statue in a circle. For a long moment nothing happened, then the statue's plant-like arm opened up, and dozens of seeds shot out, hitting and embedding in the bodies surrounding the statue.
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These seeds quickly began to dig deeper into their respective bodies, and soon roots began to form out of the corpses, then an insect-like carapace. Soon after a slow and what several would call a horrifying transformation, the once corpses now stood as living but as something else entirely.
Instead of being grass pixies, they were now Anes, which caused them to have an insect head, torso, and legs, causing them to stand on all six of their new insect legs but have their new plant arms in front of them. Maxwell observed all of this with his special undead sight that allowed him to view all within his kingdom, which included the temple catacomb. So Maxwell watched his new dark fey species as they began to talk among themselves in a strange clicking with their ant mandibles.
"Well, it appears I have a second underground race to go with my first." Maxwell said to himself as the Anes went about claiming the smaller cells of the temple catacombs for themselves. Maxwell was moving on, letting the Anes get settled in when a yellow screen popped up detailing what helping Phabium had gotten him.
You have gained the patronage of the god Acrostile.
Acrostile has used the temple and sacrifices provided to revive the Anes.
Congratulations ruler Maxwell you have unlocked Anes.
The Anes are a species that specializes in long range combat able to use their plant arms to shoot seeds at far distances with powerfull force as well as use a special sticky substance they create to stick to tall places as they climb up.
"Well, it looks like I haven't gained a second race of underground fey but some kind of long-range sniper." Maxwell said to himself, fascinated with the concept of having effectively living long-range guns. Though as he was thinking that, he felt Phabium's presence once again.
"Thank you, Maxwell. With this one act of kindness, you have allowed one of mine a chance to rise once again." Phabium said, clearly pleased and hopeful that perhaps this once something might be going right for his pantheon. Though in order to ensure that he had important information to pass along while he could.
"Maxwell, you must prepare for the battle to come, for it is greater than what you have ever faced before." Phabium said in a dark tone, causing Maxwell to grow rather concerned about what exactly was heading his way.
"What is it? If it's the grass pixie clans, I'm already preparing for a counterattack by three; that's why I have begun the creation of a massive catapult armor on where I believe they will focus their attack." Maxwell said, staring at his preparation, hoping he was already prepared but somehow already knowing that he wasn't ready for everything heading his way.
"Yes, Maxwell, you have prepared for the combined might of the one clan you have driven from their home and two there, but the grass pixie clans number nine in total, not three." Phabium stated gravely, causing Maxwell to become very, very worried.
As he realized he was in very deep danger, especially if each clan was capable of the powerful magic the first one was. "Thank you, Phabium sire. I shall prepare. You do not have to worry; I shall hold my kingdom will not fall." Maxwell said with determination.
I hope it is so." Phabium said simply before his presence left, and Maxwell immediately began to think about his current situation and what he could do to prepare for the large army heading his way. He thought on it a long moment and came up with only one answer: "It's time to make superweapons." Maxwell stated simply deciding to create powerful weapons known to be used by nations. Though the question was, could he make them, and would they be enough?