The Fallen had often said that the worst day in their history had always been the day they were banished from the Pearl Scale Empire.
Years, decades, centuries of loyalty down the drain all over a little rebellion.
Perhaps they did some questionable things under the table to improve their own foundation, cut some deals with the enemies of the Empire, but it was all for the benefit of the Pearl Scale Emperor.
At least, that's what they told themselves.
However, now they had a new darkest day to forever hold infamy.
The Failed Siege of Undertow.
In one day, the Fallen had gone from possibly being able to stage an uprising of massive proportion with warriors of unknowable powers, to having four of them captured, one injured and two of them now missing.
In one day, they had lost an ancient super weapon that could've been used to level Blessed Willow City into the deep, after it had been torn in twain by some giant armored asshole and his little girlfriend in a funny dress.
