(Meanwhile, Dumpy's POV)
While the other Cult Monarchs began their onslaught against the Righteous Faction, each carving open their own section of the battlefield and dragging their respective divisions forward through blood and fire, Dumpy did not join the charge straight away, not because the battle did not call to him, but because the moment he watched his Lord Father collapse behind the ring of landed ships, something older than hunger took hold of him and pinned his feet to the stone.
It was not fear.
