Time passed, Sharnoth's army grew at an absurd rate, her name spread far and wide.
Word that the Queen of those who Lost is recruiting talented individuals spread, and more and more people flocked towards her.
It had reached the point where Sharnoth was no longer capable of screening everyone who wished to join them; the job was left to her subordinates.
Even the people from Lower Level Worlds tried to join her, and while most were rejected, some talented ones were accepted—and that spread the word even faster, increasing the number of people trying their luck.
Of course, it was good for Sharnoth. The more men she had, the better it was for her. Soon, however, one problem became apparent.
Sharnoth…
She did not have a stable world or a place she called her base.
Nocthys was still under Aurendor's control, its resources were being used by those light bastards to gain more allies.
