The Mole's POV

It had worked. The campus had spent the last week in chaos. They had no idea how to handle the gradual collapse of their waste of a society.

The mole had spoken with her grandmother almost every night for the last week about it.

"You're making incredible progress to the cause," her grandmother gurgled through the cauldron.

"Thank you, Grandmother," the mole said, watching as the dark blood bubbled.

"We've already claimed some of the territory in ...