WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD.
Contrary to the name it's been given, Y'uggothar is a kingdom lavished in wealth—streets paved with obsidian, spires jutting from the mountains, and nobles strutting in silk. The farthest from His grip—they are keen to His wrongdoings, but turn a blind eye.
Blind? Yes, blind. They choose to look at his Obscura Regnum and then look away.
Their kingdom is nestled right next to the ocean, giving them ample trade opportunities. The castle mimics His temple—erected from the mountainside, standing bright white and pure against the aged stone and moss.
Deaf? They are deaf to the screams of the thousands every turn of the half moon.
Evil is all around them, but they do not look. They do not hear. They dare not speak.
Shh.
The rot will reach them, my dear.
