The sky over the Northlands had been a dull, unchanging grey for three thousand years, but today, it turned a brilliant, terrifying gold.In the heart of the Blackwood Wastes, the Iron-Tusk Tribe was celebrating a successful raid. Their current Alpha—a scarred, brutal man who had usurped Caleb’s father decades ago—sat on a throne of mammoth bone, laughing as his warriors fought over scraps of raw meat."The weak are meant to be eaten!" the Alpha roared, his voice echoing through the frozen valley. "Just like that whelp Caleb! He ran into the mist and died like a dog!"Suddenly, the laughter stopped.A shadow fell over the valley—not the shadow of a cloud, but the shadow of a world. The Kunlun Mountain, now fused with the gleaming chrome hull of the Prometheus, descended through the atmosphere. Its massive spirit-thrusters roared with a sound that felt like the earth itself was screaming, blowing away the ancient snow in a single, colossal blast."What... what god is this?" the Alpha s
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