Eleusis, a small city-state who worshipped the Goddess Demeter.
Once a major agricultural state, now it was being ravaged and destroyed.
Forests once lush with life burned under storms of flame and venom, and rivers ran red where monsters feasted freely.
Amid the chaos, laughter echoed—low, twisted, guttural.
The laughter of monsters.
Winged beasts soared over farmland, spewing fire that devoured crops and cottages alike.
Hulking hounds of shadow galloped across dirt roads, dragging screaming humans behind them like prizes.
Spined horrors crawled out from burrowed tunnels, their claws dripping with blood, their eyes wild with unholy glee.
And in the center of the razed city—a place of golden wheat and prayerful songs—an immense serpent coiled around the broken remains of a granary, hissing laughter slithering from its many mouths.
It reveled in destruction, in the snapping of bones beneath its coils.
