Varus followed a river running through the . Its water was gritty, but drinkable. The new he wrought to bear his bow was beautiful, fast and strong, but it came with the weaknesses of . It hungered. It thirsted. Days earlier, a crook-backed with a withered arm and birdlike features had told him this was Shurima, but that couldn’t be true. The Shurima Varus remembered had a desolate wasteland. “Was I imprisoned for long?” he wondered. He despised the human noises his new mouth made. It sounded bestial and primitive, but least he could speak aloud once more. As to how long he had been imprisoned… it was hard to say. He retained no concept of how mortals measured time, and the bird creature hadn’t recognized what he was. had no idea how far back the Darkin War had been fought. “My kind all but destroyed this world,” he said. “And now we have been forgotten? How is that even possible?” With time, even the greatest horrors can fade. The voice echoed in his skull, impossible to ignore. Which one was it? Kai or Valmar? He suspected Val, but mortal minds […]

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