The hordesman cut down the priestess. “Your god is a lie.”
Slain, her village burned.
A rumble drew his eye to the sacred hill she’d died trying to reach. It split and unfolded: A rising, roused titan of hunchbacked hill and earth.
The horde’s doom awakened.
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