‘A description,’ Kastner demanded, pointing to his face. ‘No,’ Lutzenschlager answered, miserably. The Grand Theogonist let out a wretched moan before nodding his pain and conflict-contorted face. ![]() Kastner tapped the hammer against the gilding of the seat, making Lutzenschlager jump at each impact. ‘Don’t make me destroy what’s left of you,’ he told him. When the Grand Theogonist didn’t respond, Kastner raised the battlehammer again. ‘It contained details of this man – this chosen – this Archaon.’ Lutzenschlager looked at him through pain-clouded eyes. ‘The page…’ Kastner said, kneeling slowly before the throne. ![]() ‘Wake up!’ Kastner roared, slapping the Grand Theogonist about his pale and stricken face. It tailed off into a livid moan that haunted the chamber with its miserable insistence before dying further to a dread whimper. ‘I think you might save yourself further suffering,’ Kastner said, ‘knowing before your weakling god and in your coward’s heart that you had no choice. ‘You think… I would aid,’ Lutzenschlager half-sobbed through his agony, ‘…a chosen of the Dark Powers?’ An irrational guffaw burst forth from the man.
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