Nova Peak revolution deathsquad

they left the pigs behind. the old boar would live another day. abraham and the boy hunkered in the purple shade of the slope as the sky darkened above them.

i am avraam, he replied in a voice as dry as the earth underfoot. a traveling priest.

but i am not here to convert anyone. at this, his mouth twisted in a fleeting asymmetric smile; it could hardly be called one. unless... they wish it.

besides, it was often not their choice. there were those who wished to achieve gnosis, but couldn't. and there were those who became initiated as naturally as they breathed.

who are you?

he would not call this one lamb, as he had the other. this one did not look at him with desperation—this one's eyes were whetted with sharp kenning, a thin ray of light through a crystal's optic axis.