Blasfemy of the Gods

The Awakening of a Blasphemer



The baobab’s roots tore through the earth, twisting like the coils of Nyoka Mukali, the great serpent of old. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and fear. The elders stumbled back as the n’anga, the shaman, clutched his staff, his face drained of color.

 

Tanaka writhed on the ground, his skin burning with unseen fire. He felt something ancient watching him—something beyond the gods his people had prayed to for generations.

 

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