[Vastra]

Soft murmurs dance upon the breeze carrying tales of a ruler's downfall and the one who dared proclaim himself Prophet of the Deep. Word has it that a mighty clash unfolded amidst the forests veiling the eastern outskirts of the Maw, leaving naught but ruin in the wake of their battle. 

Forces of the Deephold find themselves in a quandary as they lack a definitive leader for several weeks, which undoubtedly fosters uncertainty among their ranks and potentially worse consequences-- It was becoming exceedingly clear that the Monarch had gone missing. Nevertheless, it didn't take long for the culprit to break the silence, addressing Meranthe and confirming the demise of the ruler. But who he truly is remains a mystery.

The pitiful soul who dared make mockery of the Deep's prophecy has been cast down and sent wailing into the abyss. His very being reduced to cinders and carried away by the winds of oblivion. Let him serve as a lesson to warn all those who would dare provoke His Wrath.