Creation Of The Gods I: Kingdom Of Storms Guide

Jiang Ziya chose order.

The sky broke before the battle did.

He turned to his army—this ragtag, desperate, mortal army—and raised his staff. The clear note spread across the ranks, sharpening spear points, steadying hearts, reminding bones that they were real in a world that was learning to forget. creation of the gods i: kingdom of storms

“Then we fight from below,” he whispered. Jiang Ziya chose order

Not hymns. Unmaking.

That was the first sign that this was no mortal war. Above the Yellow Earth, clouds churned like a dragon’s gut, spitting rain that fell sideways, then upward, then not at all. Lightning did not strike—it lingered , forked and furious, stitching the heavens to the mud in threads of white fire. sharpening spear points