The Seed of the Last Epoch
The sky was the color of a bruised plum, and the stars were going out one by one. Alaric was the last of the Word-Bearers, the only man left who could speak the language of the Old Gods. He stood on the peak of the World-Shatter, watching the horizon dissolve into a grey, featureless void. The Age of Men was over. The Great Entropy had arrived, and there was no army, no spell, and no god that...
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