![]() ![]() Then crops failed and rivers turned to dust. As long as sweet water fell from the sky every afternoon and mist rolled in on a night wind, everybody promised to change-tomorrow or next week. When poison desert appeared in the barbarian south and the free northland, didn’t he warn Azizi? For twenty years as it crept through river valleys and swallowed forests, Djola pleaded with Council and begged good Empire citizens to change their ways. He was forty-three, handsome, and fearless-arrogant, even-the Master of Poisons and in the Arkhysian Empire, second only to Emperor Azizi. Who can bear for the ground to dissolve under their feet and the stars to fall from the sky? So we twist every story to preserve our faith.ĭjola thought to steer the Arkhysian Empire away from this terrible yet mundane fate. ![]() Even in the face of overwhelming evidence or imminent destruction, we refuse to believe in any gods but our own. We are more likely to deny truth than admit grave error and change our minds. ![]()
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