End
The stone we worship is stone no longer, and it's shadow covers all the world. False gods will suffer in a sea of darkness and bitter ice, they will scream until they lose the ability to form sounds, until they forget why they suffer. Suffer endlessly. Burn is not a forgiving god.
The Woodsmen raise their axes to the sky and howl with mad fury, howl till blood spatters from their lips. It was their faith that made this ultimate triumph possible, and the world shall bow before them in reverence.
So it ends.
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Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.
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