Mission one: Awakening
The elders say a god sleeps under the hill. Dance for it, and the land obeys.
They were right about the miracle.
They were wrong about the god.
No god: a machine, older than the tribe. The shaman lifts its bright heart from the earth and binds it to his staff. The power goes where he goes now.
The shaman lays a hand on the Stormcaller, and the sky burns the sea to glass.
Next: the Glass Plains.