Sublime

Orthos shouted involuntarily. He would have staggered back several steps if he could have moved at all. A mountain had collapsed onto his shell, and he was held in place by an invisible fist. That wasn’t Lindon, that couldn’t be Lindon. That was a Dreadgod. The Empty Ghost. And it was coming for him. White circles on black orbs stared into Orthos,

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