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... cense smoke and blind worship. A silent throne.
No voice. No presence. Just... rewards.
In this empire, the god was a myth wrapped in golden embroidery. A promise of power. The more one worshipped, the more mana and ember surged through their veins. That alone was enough. Enough to build cathedrals. Enough to build armies. Enough to feed the wild hunger of the faithful.
From whispers in gutters to vows in noble courts, the god’s influence slithered upward. Politics bent t ...
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