Haut had explained about the blood, the unseen torrents that now flowed through all the realms. The madness of a lone Azathanai named K’rul. The sacrifice of a foolish god. Hood’s grief and torment was nothing compared to what K’rul had unleashed upon the world, and yet here in this absurd camp, with its thousands of strangers now crowding close, Korya had begun to sense the collision now under way.
