The first spawns that emerged had been small at first, no larger than cats, their limbs soft, and their eyes blind. But they had grown quickly, and they had learned.
It did not take long for them to die, and from that point, every newly born spawn was a little bigger and stronger at birth, as if the foul womb that gave birth to them was both learning and growing stronger.
Stormfall was a massive city, and the spawns were able to scatter across the lower districts, and their presence was not quickly noticed as they followed the same paths that rats took, the same routes that the desperate and the forgotten used to move unseen.
They found places where the city's light did not reach. Cellars, sewers, abandoned buildings whose owners had long since fled or died, and they multiplied.
As their number grew, the number of people who were missing increased, and their hunger was no longer truly hidden.
Three became nine….
Nine became twenty-seven….
Twenty-seven became eighty-one….
