Babaef completed the ritual, which opened a path for chaos, all of chaos. No matter which faction, no matter where from, chaos and all its hordes could enter the catacombs.
"Sident !" Shouted Babaef, finishing the ritual.
He felt it instantly, the change in the way the catacombs felt. No army would arrive from Leng, no chaos invokers would spring out of the shrine. It was the older chaos that would come, in fact it had arrived, it was there, all around them.
"I feel it." Said Lilleth. "What have you unleashed ?"
"I did what had to be done." Replied Babaef.
Tarin was simply grinning at him, which was far more unsettling than the vague feeling of evil that surrounded them. Evil, yes evil, a word rarely used in the City. Chaos was worshipped by most in the City, it brought plague, it also brought the good harvests and the years of plenty. Hybrids on the rifts had always viewed chaos as something to be adored and feared, in about equal measure. Whatever was now loose in the catacombs had no ambiguity about it, it was pure evil.
"They won't harm you !" He shouted. "They've come to serve him, the one in the deepest caves."
Babaef tried to sound confident. He too couldsee a mist forming and faces within the mist. Evil faces, faces who showed nosign of having the slightest part of a soul. Were they real or in his head ?Babaef had no way of knowing, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on thenext part of the ritual.
