It was not without precedent for the chained knights to act with such tyranny and disregard for the lives of those who were branded, and so, as Damon had predicted,
like some wicked prophet, his words came to pass.
By the dawn and its glorious light, thousands of chained knights were deployed to the Grinding Gate with a simple order: kill until they remember how to fear.
And they did. There were no heroes to save these people and no god to answer their prayers.
Lazarak heard their boots as they trampled the ground above his head. Soon, he heard the screams of women and children, houses getting ripped out of their foundations, rubble burying thousands.
Yet he could not do anything. He was a weak god in strength, and now he knew it in his heart as well.
Weak in heart.
