“The legend of the Enemy, or as people call him, the Black General. However, he was a special senior spirit, because he wasn’t just a creation of the World River, but also of other senior spirits and gods. There was no other similar monster in the world. The power he possessed was terrifying, and only the combined efforts of all the gods and all the senior spirits could banish him to the mountain of skulls.”
Hadjar started. He remembered his mother’s tale, which claimed that the Black General, who’d been a tree at first, had been born on a dead spot of ancient ground, and then the gods had breathed a human form and soul into him.
“Dora.” Hadjar cleared his throat. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but can you bring me a copy of this legend? Name any price, and I’ll pay it.”
“No need,” the girl
