Seeing King Brokk's transformation, the clown Ogu shifted his gaze to the warhammer, instantly understanding why the dwarven king had been able to resist the Giant-Spore Blight.
A tribal relic, in essence, was simply an artifact that concentrated faith energy. Such items could be powerful or weak.
A weak one, like the banner on Lord Orion's old war tent, was practically useless. King Brokk's warhammer, however, was in the powerful category.
Barring any special forces that could neutralize faith energy, the weapon was like a self-contained body of faith—not unlike the forbidden art Orion had once acquired to help him ascend to arch lord.
"Who are you? What have you done to my people?" King Brokk roared, his own power surging with his anger.
The only response was a stiff, cold smile from the puppet on the iron throne, and the condescending gaze of a higher being looking down on a lower one.
