Faithmold City is known to house ten of the richest families in the world. Due to this there has become a competition for power and wealth among the said families. This competition has caused a lot of other families, both the affluent and the barely scraping families, to either lose their sources of legal income entirely which eventually leads to bankruptcy or force themselves to sell their treasured belongings at best and their own bodies at worst.

It is now year 7392, 46 years after the ten houses' feud for wealth and power. One of the houses had gained the upperhand against the other nine. This caused the other nine houses to carefully try to overtake the leading house. The leading house planned to take govern of the whole country by using their numerous connections. Eventually the leading house's plan to rule the country succeeds and now the government of the country of Alenweiss changed from Oligarchy to Monarchy after they crowned the head of the leading house as Alenweiss's king. The king declared that the his words are law and thus leads to the government becoming an absolute monarchy.

The casualties of the competition of the families for 46 years has greatly changed the life of Faithmold's residents. A few family survived the onslaught of the families on their businesses. Other families are not so lucky, fallen nobles and impoverished families now lives in the slums part of the city scraping for food and tradable materials they can get their dirty hands on. The slums now has 68% of Faithmold's population.

Right now in a dark alley of Faithmold City streets where the floor made of brittle bricks are damped with an unknown liquid that smells fetid a deranged laugh can be heard.

"Ufufufu your project is slowly bearing fruit brother." said by a voice that was clearly from an adult male then followed by the sounds hissing.

"..."

A passing beggar who once belonged to an affluent family heard the laugh and has went to check for the owner of the voice.

He took a sneak peek in the corner that seems to be where the eerie voice.

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From the edge of the wall he saw a hulking humanoid lizard standing on two legs and wearing a suit while holding a cylindrical container with one of it's hands. He could not see the contents of the cylindrical container from afar but he could see the shape of the object to be oblongated.

The lizardman seemingly sensing something hissed, his long tongue wriggling up and down its snout. The creature momentarily looked at his direction before turning its back after seeing nothing was there and said in a seemingly carefree voice "Guess I'll be going home now!"

The beggar got scared of this creature so he decided to just walk back to the slums. Just as he took his first step he felt goosebumps, the hairs on his skin perked upwards and his senses kept screaming at him to run away. Feeling like his life would be in danger the longer he stays here the beggar ran...atleast tried to.

In his second step something grabbed hold of his foot. After falling belly first on the brittle and rough floor he immediately turned his body around on the floor to look on what is holding his foot. From the floor he saw a ghostly green hands that does not look like it belongs to a human. That's right, he remembered the lizardman at the dark alley, these hands belongs to the one he saw earlier. Scared, the beggar hurriedly tried to grab hold of the hands holding his foot but his hands just passed through it. He tried kicking it away but both his feet just passed through it.

'How is it holding me then?!' he screamed inside his mind. He himself could not scream, his breathing has become rough and his voice is like taken away from him.

To confirm his terrors the body of the lizardman emerged from the ground. The height of the lizardman is around 8'6 and it's body is much more muscular than those of the mercenaries that he saw before. The arm of the lizardman was the the size of his head together with another half of his head size.

The beggar leaked urine on the already damp and fetid floor. At that moment he saw on it's tail is the cylindrical container and its content. This further increased his fear for the being before him. What he saw inside the cylindrical container is a disembodied head of a human male-

His thoughts were cut off as his vision went black.

"I'm sorry gentle sir but I need you to become a toothbrush for my art." said the enourmous lizardman. Those were the last words that the beggar heard before his life forfeited.

The next day the people of the slums would find symbols on the road drawn by blood and a person's freshly disembodied head hung on top of the slum's gate. The symbols drawn by blood were different from any language known today so everyone in Faithmold city were clueless on what it meant.

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