*Gravestone*
Well that’s bloody ominous. I leaned in to make sure I caught every word. Old Lady Kerrigan’s eyes remained closed as she recounted the tale. “The White Eye is its name, for it is all we can perceive of it. A being who saw the first mountain form from the earth, who witnessed the first ape light the first flame, and who voyeuristically watched as man feuded with itself like warring anthills.”
“So why would this…whatever it is, give a damn whether or not the shifters live or die?”
“No one knows. Perhaps it does not, and the Cult is merely using its worship of it to justify their hate. Or perhaps our extinction is a mere cog in some grand design it has. Regardless, the end result is the same. The Cult has decided that it must have the blood of your mate. Whether that is to sate or summon their dark god is something you must learn in the act of stopping them.”