“Once upon a time, back when the Enemy hadn’t yet cut the Verge off from our world, various creatures broke through it. Not all of them looked like monsters that were incomprehensible to our minds. There were even some who could communicate.”
“Communicate?”
Hadjar already knew what kind of war the Black General had been waging tirelessly for countless epochs. He’d even heard that he’d managed to win against innumerable hordes of creatures from beyond the Verge. But he had never heard of those creatures being able to communicate.
“How-”
“They offered power,” Guy suddenly interrupted Alba-udun. “Power in exchange for service. Like the gods with their priests.”
“Exactly,” the dwarf nodded. Hadjar noted that Guy and Abraham knew a little more than they maybe should. “But while the go
