In a corner of the Ibleesian black church did a mongrel chuckle and giggle, in it's hands, a missive an imp had brought.
"Tssk, tssk, tssk . . . if such is true, this wretch is terrible at hiding their tracks. I am ne surprised, these Mali'Aherals have always been riddled with naivety and ignorance. Credit must be given where it is due though, infiltrating so deep into a norlandic vassal's government is worth some praise."
A hydra, the size of one's arm peered over the creature's shoulder, it's multitude of heads hissing and whispering.
"Chaos!"
"Poison!"
"Venom!"
They spoke to one another before turning their heads to the mongrel's.
"More, more, it must spread!"
A quiet hum was given in response. The nightmare stood up, the great serpent slid back under it's cowl, a rift opened before them, and both disappeared through it.