"Since the beginning of this war," Arachnae explained, "the Empire's forces have never dared to spend a full night on ground we have truly claimed. They push, they fall back, they fortify in their clean-dug trenches. But the 'Angel's' elite, they now sleep on the very ground we have sown with despair and madness."
"They have built their fortresses on our territory," the Succubus Lord purred, a chilling smile spreading across her lips. "They believe themselves safe. But their very sanctuary is a weapon against them."
"Precisely," Arachnae affirmed. "The corruption of the land subtly, inexorably, preys upon their minds. It gnaws at their resolve, whispers doubts, magnifies fears. It turns comrade against comrade, blurs the line between reality and nightmare. They won't anticipate this, for it is not a direct attack, but a lingering malaise. And it is already at work."
