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In the city itself, stillaway dead, whilst tribes worked to excavate vast pits beyond the north wall, which had begun filling as co, soul-nuun

Directly below, the plaza’s expanse was now threaded with figures, BarghastHuate The sparrok that had once been Buke heard no sound but the wind, lending the scene below a solemn, ethereal quality

None the less, the raptor drew no closer Distance was all that kept it sane, was all that had been keeping it sane since the dawn

From here, far above Capustan, vast dramas of death and desperation were diminished, al of colours, the sheer muddiness of hu strangely ic end of innocents Wives, rief, the storms of destroyed lives-

No closer

Wives, s

No closer

Ever again

The sparrok caught an updraught, swept skyward, eyes now on the livening stars as night sed the world below

There was pain in the gifts of the Elder Gods

But sometimes, there was mercy

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN