Drawn into the weight of the moment, the nomads stumbled back to their feet in awe.

The shadows that saturated the air condensed until it resembled an elf. Its form rippled and pulsed with energy, distorting its appearance. What Ruvan knew at the core of his very being, those bottomless piercing blood-red orbs that were staring at him would be his demise.

Nothing would ever change that fact. For good or ill, his god would devour them all. It was his very nature.

Eyes closed, he whispered, “May we all find comfort in death's embrace, for we shall find none in life.”

The ground shook till the earth split asunder, revealing a black obsidian monolith that shot up several meters in the blink of an eye. When the dust had settled, a solid black slab had formed at the base.<...

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