"You have to understand, I really wasn't the one who started it. At first, I didn't even know they were evil gods... The fire's a little low. Could you cut off a piece of Cthulhu's tentacle and throw it in? Thanks. And add a bit of Cthugha, too." Darke tossed aside the branch in his hand, which he'd been using to poke the fire. It was a branch from the World Tree. Then he patted awake the young man behind him, who had been frozen in terror.
What happens when an honorable, washed-up Lord of Cinder falls into a world rife with evil gods and dark conspiracies?
