Small… they were all so small. What did their little lives matter to an all-powerful god?
Damon watched as the blackness spread to another person, consuming them whole. He clenched his Dealer's Hand tightly, the weapon trembling with his grip.
He had slain countless nightmares before back when he'd gone insane in the dark depths of Lysithara, but this was different.
This was not a nightmare born from the fear or despair of a small entity. This was a god's nightmare.
Everyone stampeded to escape as the giant bent down, its massive palms sweeping through the crowd and grabbing hundreds of people as they screamed and fought to get away.
Hundreds of bodies were crushed together, their shrieks echoing like a choir of terror across the broken land.
