The spirit of the world mourns its closest companion. The corpse of the great bear decays beyond the edge of the disc, just out of reach. Baleful moans fade across the cosmos.
Ages pass. Urda spins.
Closer.
Closer.
Till Urdima makes contact once more. And breathes.
There is no saving Kavanja. But from death springs new life. Kavanja's corpse births a new race. Grotesque newborns wriggle from brain and heart matter, from the eyes, teeth, and intestine.
They grow. In wisdom, power, and cunning. They build two courts. They heed the spirit.
Through the fey, Kavanja lives.
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