Dyndolod ((new)) < 360p >

The god’s patchwork face flickered. “That would take… centuries.”

Jenassa, practical as ever, drew her bow. “Can we kill it?” dyndolod

Now, if you stand on the Throat of the World at dawn, you can still see Dyndolod far below, a small grey figure walking the tundra, updating its memory, one honest step at a time. And the hum in the air is just the wind. The god’s patchwork face flickered