The beast wandered east, shaking the ground with each titanic footfall. Once the apex mortal being of elysia, the beast’s mind had grown tainted by the wyrm, a divine being of pure chaos who sought to unravel the universe thread by thread. Holding onto the last shreds of his sanity, the beast marched east to free his mind. As the beast marched on and on, his lifegiving powers waned, creating the wheatlands and the great elysian desert where lush forests once stood. Where flowers and foliage had once sprung, harsh winds now blew to herald the pilgrimage of the beast.
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The pilgrim and his small band of disciples marched on, the desert sun and wind battering them down with each step they t...