4.
The Chamberlain’s Guests
Somewhere beyond the visible world, CúChulainn slowly opened eyes that were caked in blood. As was the rest of his face and body - a small amount of it was his own but the majority of the dried gore had once belonged to an uncountable collection of slavering demons.
His immediate reaction to having regained consciousness was to snatch up his weapon and lurch into action, seeking new foes to s*******r; but he found that all motion was denied him.
His body was held fast somehow and all he could do was extend his neck forward and to the sides as he tried to take in his surroundings.
He seemed to still be upon that gloom-enshrouded plain of desolate cinder and falling ash, although now he could make out a sky that he hadn’t noticed before. It was a mournful, s
