Veydrath
In the ruins where even thought has turned to stone, the god Veydrath, Le Tisseur des Âmes begins to stir. His followers remain locked in postures of prayer, skulls threaded with the spiders that once linked their minds to his. Every century he awakens not with violence, but with a whisper that seeps through the living - a promise of ascension that coils through their nerves until they are hollowed and still. Through their emptied eyes he inherits the world once more, a slow, unending communion that feeds the Weaver of Souls.
Specimen X-13
