Plan of the Thantophor
The Thantophor could sense movement. Not the movement of a mortal. The disruptions of space-time that only a personification of space or time could create. The Whenvern was approaching. “Where are my sons, Thantophor?” “Kinigi.” “Why?” The Thantophor growled. “Let me out of this dumb cage and I will help you save them.” The Whenvern … Read more