Sash moved to the cliff edge, her violet eyes wide with awe and horror. "That's the Pantheon of Beasts. The god of all animal creatures. One of the primordial entities that existed before elves, before any of the civilized races. They say it was worshipped by ancient humans as a deity, feared by early elves as an unkillable monster."
She pointed at the skull, at the spear driven through it with terminal finality. "Your ancestors slew it. One of the original Sol'vur progenitors, back when your bloodline was first establishing itself as a major power. The legends say it took three generations to kill—one generation to forge the spear from materials gathered across multiple realms, another generation to learn its patterns and weaknesses, and a third to actually deliver the killing blow."
