When I came to the past, I thought for a while that this age was less dangerous than the present I had left. That safety turned out to exist only inside Dorrik's mountain, and when I left it, the madness began.
If I had known, while I was eating a warm meal in the hall of that god, that I would be fighting a Necromancer under the bones of a god the size of a mountain, I might not have believed it… but my life was so damned strange, and one thing was for sure. As I grew stronger, my deaths were becoming more interesting, because the things that could kill me were becoming stranger.
The god took a step and the floor of my pyramid dropped four feet under it, and a pale golden aura erupted from it, and for a moment it was as if the dawn was rising inside my pyramid.
