Creation Of The Gods I: Kingdom Of Storms «AUTHENTIC»

“Master.” A young disciple tugged at his sleeve, rain streaming down a face too young for war. “The river. It’s… leaving.”

Jiang Ziya chose order.

“Then we fight from below,” he whispered. creation of the gods i: kingdom of storms

The wind carried fragments: a fox’s scream layered over a woman’s laughter. The smell of burnt lilies. A low thrum that made Jiang’s teeth ache. He knew that voice. Daji had stopped hiding her nature weeks ago. Now she let the whole world hear her for what she was—a nine-tailed spirit wearing a queen’s skin, and wearing it thin. “Master