At the peak of human creation, there was the Abyssal pit, the instrument of Tokhor’s annihilation. The only sin that rivaled the execution was the righteous fury he delivered before it, radiant and burning, nothing untouched.

Here, above men’s towers, he is far more vast than the dethroned lizard cast into the pit. They worship his warmth, the light that shines upon everything that is. The light will be taken, leaving the world lonely, unknowable.