"STOP!" The entity's voice cracked with desperation. "I'LL LET YOU GO! I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST STOP!"
"I don't want to go," Galthor said calmly. "I want everything you have."
He pulled harder.
The entity fought back with everything it had. It manifested its most powerful defenders, creatures of pure grief that towered over Galthor like mountains. It launched psychic assaults that would have shattered any normal mind. It even tried to self-destruct, to destroy itself rather than be consumed.
None of it worked.
The awakened memories of the barbarian god were too vast, too experienced, too hungry. So mighty that it shook Galthor himself.
They had waited for this moment, for a vessel capable of wielding their accumulated power. They weren't going to let it slip away.
