“Unless he truly is crazy, then none of this really matters,” Abigail said.
“If this is just madness, then we are really f****d. Nothing is going to stop him from destroying the world.”
There was a burst of activity from the crowd and the preacher spoke up.
“And how is the Prophet going to accomplish all this? How is he going to help us all rise above the streets and tunnels we dwell in? Why with the elixir. The Blood of the Wyrm.”
As he spoke, several men walked through the crowd carrying silver trays with small shot glasses. In the glasses was a red liquid. As the servers walked by, hesitant and nervous hands reached out to pick them up.
“Don’t worry brothers and sisters. This is just a taste of the elixir the Prophet has created. There is nothing dangerous in it, just the b
