Echoes of the Forgotten God

Previously

…Finally, she spoke, her voice barely audible. “No, Elara. It is not.” The weight of that simple admission settled upon Elara, heavier than any scroll, more ancient than any text. He had sought the truth, and he had found it. But the truth, he was beginning to understand, was not a destination, but a journey, fraught with peril and shadowed by the echoes of a past far more terrifying than he had ever imagined. The Unmaking was stirring, and he was its vessel. The dance had begun, and Elara, the isolated boy from the Whispering Woods, was now at its terrifying center.