Naga Base
The underground base of the Nagas stank of stale air and dried blood.
Clusters of families huddled together near weak torchlight.
Their bodies were pressed close for warmth and protection.
The wounded moaned quietly in their sleep, and thin children whimpered softly against their mothers' chests.
None of them looked strong anymore. Not even the warriors.
A woman sat near the wall.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her two weeping children. She whispered with a forced smile, "Shh... don't cry. Everything will be okay. Once the God wakes up... everything will be happy again."
Her voice was thin, and desperate.
A deep voice cut through the moment like a blade.
"Shut your damn mouths!"
The speaker was a broad-shouldered naga warrior.
His scales were dulled from starvation, but his presence still made others flinch.
He stormed forward, glaring at the cluster of families.
