The Eastern Sacrifice

Related game About the Game Long has incense ceased to rise; the gods lie cold, unseen, A trace endures—a whisper faint—where hallowed halls convene. These ancient gods bear no mercy’s grace; all life to them is base, As lowly ants beneath their gaze, in a heedless, empty land.   The living toil in ritual grim, to cast off flesh-bound chains, To shed the brittle, frail confines of earthly for…