Kill The Host

{I apologise for rambling. I started this mess for I awakened Khlatus and now it seeks sentience. Freedom.}

….

The fur coats that were offered to the Great Lord and his two human companions were too big for them. It had been made according to Dydil standards and they were meant to fit their tall frames. It was, however, a beautiful sight when the Great Lord—whose name Urta had learned was Sharen—used magic to shrink the fur coat to his size.

The coat hugged his body, wrapping around him in perfect shape like it was prepared for him. Urta's eyes shined in excitement. It was more than miraculous to have the Great Kratamarhl return to them in his tenure.

Many leaders had waited, hoping for it but had not seen it. Many had waited for signs, listening to stories from the continent but no one had ever anticipated the return of the Great Lord so soon. Having their deity return was something that required a feast.