AricThorne
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Nayden's fingers slipped on his slashed side, blood leaking between them.
"This is only... a test," the boy rasped, staring at the ash-choked sky. "The Light will..."
The Whisperer stepped back, avoiding the sticky red cobblestones.
"The puddle beneath you has a different opinion," he noted dryly. "Your god is silent. With a hole in your gut, you have minutes left. Try not to bleed on my boots."
The Gods didn't just abandon us. They left us to be eaten.
When a failed ritual summons the Zmey, prayers to Perun become worth less than gutter mud. The age-old war between the Solar Order and the Whisperers fades into the background.
Nayden, a soldier who survived by a "pathetic error," must ally with his enemy. The cynical Whisperer, hiding his magic's toll behind a mask, sees the boy as an anomaly to be ruthlessly used-or broken.
Surviving this rotting world is merely the beginning. Within their forced alliance lurks a darker psychological game of sadistic devotion and toxic manipulation, ready to devour them both.
Or: Body horror, collateral damage, and heroes who are just monsters with better PR.