The Forgotten God
But the creatures hesitated hanging back as the wind grew stronger, pulling chunks of loose flesh from their beings.
Marie felt her hair blow back, being tugged angrily at the roots, sending needles of pain through her scalp. Several strands flew free and her feet could no longer move. It was as though a black hole as opened, drawing all towards its vortex and certain destruction, absorbing all light and sound.
'Timeo messoram. Ego enim sum. Iustitia et renascentia ego sum. Ego sum finis.*'
The voice sounded so distant, but exploded like thunder in all their ears. A grating yet almost tranquil lilt, rolling from an eloquent tongue.
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