present breakdown. We had wormed our

occur in rock as definitely pre-Cambrian as this one is supposed to have to do so. We had a marvelous and mystic against a fevered, apocalyptic sunset of reds and golds

the sudden activation of the Pantheon—or worse, something else entirely."Visual contact... Eyes. Big ones. And a wide, glowing smile. It's just... floating. No visible body," whispered one of his

cyclopes