Epic of Ahiram

Having extinguished the last light, Sharr bowed before the towering statue of Baal, raised his hands in a priestly gesture and intoned a prayer of thanksgiving. His plan to tame the Seer had reached its final stage when everyone and
everything Ahiram loved was about to be ripped away from him: His sister, Hoda, would be crushed and driven to despair. The High Riders were ready to level Tanniin and destroy the members of the Silent Corps. Finikia, Ahiram’s homeland, would be wiped out once the drill secretly boring into Sharanganor would open the floodgates of the Vanishing. His friends and allies among giants and dwarfs would all die when the hordes of annuna-ki obliterated their forces.

 

Standing alone in the heaps of dust and ruins, the Seer, broken and lost, would beg him to stop. And like a loving father, he, the benevolent priest, would cease all hostilities, welcome Ahiram into the Temple’s fold, and teach him the ways of Baal. Feeling peace and contentment, Sharr retired. In the deserted dark temple, the gleaming eyes of the god burst into flames, shining with the fire of the Pit.