PROLOGUE
A girl screams.
She sobs on the floor, eyes wide open, watching as blood pours from the cuts that cover her body.
She trembles. Breath ragged. Tries to move.
Two small creatures-twisted things made of gray flesh and exposed bone-laugh as they claw at her, playing with her like prey wrapped in fear.
From the shadows, something taller emerges. Slower. Smiling.
A towering figure leans in and whispers:
-Don't be afraid, little girl. Your pain won't last long.
It'll end after the feast.
He chuckles. Pauses for a moment, as if savoring the thought, then adds:
-The problem is... you are the feast.
Then only bones cracking can be heard.
Her screams fade beneath the sound of chewing.
Gods. Monsters. Angels. Demons. Aliens.
No one knows what they are.
They only know that once... those fickle creatures formed Septiria.
