Behind you, a long mountain chain rises above the clouds. You emerge from the cave and look at the forest after the rain. The light is almost blinding at first the sounds are strangely alive – after the long dark and quiet of oblivion. The divinities know what has arrived from the black void that stretches infinitely beyond the realm of the living. And the elven lord of woods is silent too. But the master of lakes and rivers is silent. Throughout the night they’ve been praying at their primitive bone altars, begging their deity for guidance. The fishmen don’t sleep, though, on the shores of river Gnelm. A strange silhouette enters their dark dreams. The mortals at the village shake in their beds. They sense something, coming across the veil. ![]() ![]() ![]() The wolves howl somewhere in the forest, and the bats flutter blindly against the ceiling, as if in fear.
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