CHAPTER 2
"It is 'Dominion'. An exertion of spirits upon the material in a way. Sometimes cruel, beneficial, banal or of remarkable cruelty or spectacle. You, Grol, are under the influence of the spirit of your fathers. Through your blood, an exertion of strong dominion, you have manifested a clearer path than most."
"What if I refuse?"
"You cannot refuse! If you refuse, you would throw away everything!"
"Is it impossible for me to refuse?"
"To deny this is to deny your existence."
"Then I shall peel away the extent of what the fiend has accomplished with a blow so swift, the very foundations of the world shall cry out my name!"
"Aye! It is the destiny, so foretold long ago. We must only accomplish it. Feint not at this hour."
"Then with what weapon shall the fire be guided? A spear? A bow? An axe?"
"Nay...With a Gong-hammer."
"A gong-hammer?"
"Fitting, is it not? A new age will echo, beyond and unto the crashing death of the shattering of bone; his skull, broken, will lay out the path. Slashed, this world will heal, suckling upon the marrow like a newborn baby upon a teat."
"New things..."
"A steady hand, yours, will guide us. You have been made a hero already. All that remains is for the hour to prove itself, and for you to carry the will of the Gods."