Chapter 55 — Awakening Hunger
The Obsidian Throne trembled under the weight of endless bad news.
Reports flooded in from the northern borders like a relentless storm. Entire outposts had gone dark overnight. Villages near the largest rift were found empty, their inhabitants dragged beneath the earth with only bloody trails and broken stone left behind. Survivors — those few who escaped — spoke in broken voices of colossal tentacles bursting from the ground, of whispering voices promising sweet release from pain and struggle, and of creatures that were neither fully demonic nor celestial, but something far worse.
Korthrax the Devourer was no longer merely stirring.
He was reaching out.
