The prison camp was proving to be an endless source of problems.
Still, after straightening out a few kinks, Sunny managed to maintain it in a presentable state. The prisoners were still frightened and miserable, but at least their lives were not in danger. Even when new batches of captives were delivered to the Forgotten Shore, things stayed civil.
The complicated task of separating the actual thralls from ordinary believers was progressing smoothly, as well. Every day, Revel carried the identified thralls to the waking world, where they were taken to the quarantine facility in the abandoned factory.
The people helping Cassie run the facility were all former thralls themselves. Coming into contact with the carriers of Asterion's plague meant becoming infected by it, too, so neither the Fire Keepers nor the Shadow Clan agents could be assigned the task — and even the rehabilitated thralls who had volunteered to stay had to have their memories wiped routinely in order to stay free of the disease.
It wasn't an ideal solution, but Sunny and Nephis were not in a position to pursue the ideal.
They were somberly anticipating Asterion's retaliation — after all, it was unlikely that he would allow them to undo his efforts without delivering a counterattack.
But days passed, becoming weeks, and nothing happened.
Those days of eerie calm and building tension were more exhausting than open conflict.
The Dreamspawn refused to reveal himself. ..Which was not to say that he was doing nothing.
Despite all their efforts, his name continued to spread.
Sunny and Nephis had delivered a substantial attack to the plague and slowed down the rate at which it grew. By taking out the sleeper cells of Asterion's followers, they prevented them from actively spreading the knowledge of him among the people.
However, the people themselves continued to spread it unwittingly. There were thralls that they had failed to discover, as well, and they were not staying idle.
By late summer, various measures Nephis had ordered her people to develop were taking shape. They could not create means of identifying subjects of Asterion's Domain, since that would require them to learn who the hidden Supreme was and thus become infected by his mental plague. However, they could develop means of telling who was not a subject of the Longing Domain. And do it at scale.
Once the measures were ready to be used, hundreds of thralls were gradually revealed, isolated, and captured.
The Shadow Clan agents were busier than ever, and Mordret's reputation continued to plummet as a result, slowly attaining a truly sinister hue.
Funnily enough, the tools that revealed the thralls of Asterion had discovered none of his vessels that had to be hiding among the people. That was probably because of the mysterious ritual that Mordret had performed in the Ebony Tower at the end of the Second Nightmare, making himself elusive to most forms of divination.
But he was definitely watching.


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