At the Moon Lake

Kate's words came back to him, "Dear James, but there are no people anymore. There are Cultists, Servants, the Elated, the Enslaved. But there are no people. He'll change that. His right is true. The Ancient One. The Eldar's finest are nothing to him."

He was safe, he hoped, in the treeline as the Elated Brethren led out the offering.

Brother James stopped breathing when he heard the lapping waves at the shore turn to an agitated sloshing then a crashing roar that almost drowned the screams.

He couldn't look. He knew what would happen if he looked.

Eyes closed.