Whiting quality is not that great but the story and how the world and gods were made was interesting ? I'll rate this a 4.7-4.8 stars and one power stone
"I think that he is leading the cult, or at least, running it in place of the real head. He goes by Fabian, or when I knew him, Fabiano. He's a powerful necromancer, and a warlock to boot. He's very skilled as well; and much older then most. He has had time to perfect his craft," she responded absently as she looked through a book of her own. "I don't know what he goes by these days, but I will find out."
Suddenly, the laughter was cut short and replaced with a scream. Brenjulf opened his eyes and saw a vast, bulky figure above him. The figure had swung a mighty swing of his sword and separated the enemy from his arm. The next swing separated his head. Alongside the man, more Ørkadian men pushed forward, keeping step with the great bear of a man as he threw down enemies around him; as though they were children. As his eyes regained their focus, he recognised the man as Askladan. His friend had rescued him from certain death, though he wasn't sure if Askladan was aware of that fact, embroiled in a frenzy as he was. Brenjulf helped himself to his feet and retrieved a shield from the ground which wasn't in too bad a state. He steadied himself and rejoined the fight, feeling a great sense of relief at the continuation of his existence.
