A few hundreds of kilometers from Urgamakka, a few hours after the Gargoyles incident.
In the middle of the Blood Desert, a tall figure with slender limbs strolled in the night.
Vareen, the ancient Eldritch Abomination known as the Plaguespreader, moved slowly through the sand dunes, hoping to find a landmark or even a small detail that would trigger his memory.
'I'm tired of waiting for the Master to find a monster suitable for my black core. He can say what he wants about the need to choose a fallen core that can counter my unique abilities, but I know the truth.
'After getting his little family of morons, he got soft and complacent. He's in no rush to make a clone that I can assimilate because he already has everything that he wants. On top of that, we never quite saw eye to eye so I doubt he'd allow me to become even more powerful without putting some restraint on me.
