Creation Of The Gods I: - Kingdom Of Storms Better

It was not enough. He knew it was not enough.

From the walls of Chaoge, a pillar of black fire erupted—not hot, but wrong , a cold flame that ate light. Inside it, shapes moved. Not human. Never had been. The generals of King Zhou’s army had made bargains decades ago, trading bloodlines for power. Now their descendants came to collect: scaled things with too many joints, faces that smiled on both sides, swords forged from the bones of stillborn gods. creation of the gods i: kingdom of storms

Behind him, the river fell from the sky in a single crashing wave. Before him, the black pillar grew teeth. And somewhere in the chaos, a fox laughed. It was not enough