"Dying?" Aziz repeated, the word foreign on his tongue.
The idea of a god—especially his god—dying was unnatural. How many times in history had such a thing ever happened?
Mal led him deeper into the tunnels, the air thickening with something ancient, something eternal—and yet, fading.
Aziz's keen eyes scanned the darkness ahead, but then the darkness moved.
Something massive, something colossal shifted within the void. A slow, deliberate movement. The sound of scales brushing against stone echoed through the tunnels like distant thunder.
Then—two eyes opened.
Twin orbs of liquid galaxy pierced through the shadows, illuminating the depths of the tunnel. A heavy gust of air followed, ruffling Aziz's robes and sending a shiver through his bones.
Then, the head of the Divine Snake emerged, its sheer size filling the width of the tunnel, its ancient body coiling into the endless abyss behind.
