Late into the night, Wayne played cards in the office at the library out of boredom.0

So much for having the secretary do the work when there was work, and doing the secretary when there wasn’t. All his secretaries had work to do, leaving him with nothing to do but play cards in the office with Pale Nest.0

It was dull. If only the dark elf were still here, they could at least play Fight the Landlord.0

Speaking of the dark elf, it had been a while since Wayne last contacted Anastasia through his thoughts. He wondered how she was doing. Unlike Senna, Anastasia’s evolution was limited to her physical body, leaving her thoughts uncorrupted for now. She would maintain her autonomy for a considerable time… unless she couldn’t resist.0

He debated whether to contact her. He had found the way to help his followers maintain their sense of self, which could effectively delay the development of their cravings for their faith. It would prevent Anastasia from falling from a pure dark elf into a thoroughly corrupted dark elf.0

If he made contact, though, it might accelerate...0