Guts turned away.
Somewhere in the depths of that corrupted forest, a white-haired figure sat upon a throne of behelits, smiling at a chessboard with no opponent. He moved a single piece—a black pawn—into the center of the board.
They found the church first.
“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.”
The rope holding the bell snapped.
He turned his one eye toward the horizon, where a familiar shape of twisted trees clawed at a bruised sky.
Guts turned away.
Somewhere in the depths of that corrupted forest, a white-haired figure sat upon a throne of behelits, smiling at a chessboard with no opponent. He moved a single piece—a black pawn—into the center of the board.
They found the church first.
“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.”
The rope holding the bell snapped.
He turned his one eye toward the horizon, where a familiar shape of twisted trees clawed at a bruised sky.
