Jaques raised an eyebrow. "A thrumstone? What's that, a stone that makes sounds?"

"Kneel you idiot!" Fam'tala yelled as she pulled him to the ground by his shoulder. "And don't look at it until it starts making a sound. You could get blinded." Jaques did as he was told, and pretty soon he was greeted by a buzzing sound. Taking that as the cue to look up, he noticed that the torus had flipped onto one side and expanded to the size of the room, runes of the Lea'a Fanti Ancients inscribed all along it.

"Lea'a Fanti...?"

"Yes. These stones are the places where they took those with injured souls. The Greatest, the highest of all the pantheon, heals them at one."

"That's not possible. The Greatest never interacts with the world. He is a god of the gods, not of mortal affairs." Fam'tala did not respond. Instead, she dragged Fred over to the inky jet black that coated the floor, and he...sank? The fact that the substance could not have meen a centimeter thick did not matter to the unconcious body, especially not as it began swimming toward the enlarged thrumstone, still with eyes closed and a lack of any life on its face.

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Does he make it? What heppens if he does? Why should anyone recognize or revere the Lea'a Fanti and the Greatest? Find out, on somebody else's installment!