Great. How could I forget the fact that each fragment should have a guardian?
Apparently, the fifth fragment's guardian had been peacefully slumbering, tucked away in some remote corner of the world, probably dreaming of epic naps or trying to decide whether or not to eat a second breakfast.
And now that I'd unlocked the memory hidden inside the fragment?
Yeah, it was awake. And it wasn't exactly happy about it.
The creature stood in front of me, towering and ominous, its shadow casting a long, twisted silhouette across the stone floor of the throne room.
Even the warriors—those indomitable, battle-hardened gods who would normally walk into a battle with nothing but a swagger and their weapons—took a hesitant step back.
They were... backing away. Standing behind me.
What?
