Larksong Grotto what gods desire

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She stank of carrion, of blood and viscera, her cloak soaked in them. She moved like a creature torn from the darkest of legends.

She was hungry, she ached, she was weary—but her gods had commanded her to press on, to not falter until she reached the place where she was meant to stand, where she should have been from the very beginning.

Her playing ground. The sacred land of her gods.

She straightened, drawing a deep breath of the glacial air into her lungs. This was her home—the wind murmured in her ears, the birds confided their secrets, and the earth itself thrummed with a rising tension.

"Blodet vil flyde her… lande skabt til at huse gudernes skue!" she whispered, a smile ghosting her lips.

She trembled, but not from the cold. It was exhilaration.

What a glorious day… And the days to come would be even more so