The Theogrunt

300 meters away from the Landship.

This was the chosen site—far from the cliff of nothingness, in the opposite direction of the anomaly that had rewritten the land. 

Out here, beyond the reach of anything that was resembling a civilization, the terrain stretched endlessly—a desolate, uneven battlefield of hardened earth and jagged stone formations.

The sky was the same as always, drenched in that eerie, unnatural light that bled through Carcosa's perpetual day. The air, still as death, carried no wind. No natural life. No sounds beyond our own presence.

A perfect place for a demonstration of power.

I stood as the witness, overseeing the battle from above, my perceptive extension spread through every inch of the field.