When the thralls descended, entire villages found themselves unable to do anything but pray, scream, or wait to die. No spells. No charms. No wards. No flame or blade strong enough to push back the night.
The druids saw it all. Humans weren't weak. The empire made them weak.
And if the empire would not lift them up, then the godlings would.
At least… those who still had compassion left in them.
Many among the godlings did not agree with the druid's compassion. To them, what was happening to the humans was not a tragedy, it was a consequence. A price they had brought upon themselves through arrogance, ignorance, and the decisions of their rulers.
Pity was unnecessary. Responsibility? Even less so.
