The Last Ritual

We killed God.
Carved rituals from its corpse—long lives, healing, weapons.
Millennia of prosperity, enough to make you weep.
But nothing comes without a cost.
Three curses carved in kind.

The Leath are winning.
And now something worse threatens us both: mindless, hideous, final.

Oh, the goats? They want our help.
Well. They can have it.
It's time for another ritual.
Yes.
This one will be different.

I and three others will go. We will not return—we understand this.
But if we succeed, then you who remain...