The Rapture of Secrets. Last Fate's Dominion, #3

The sky does not break by accident. Somewhere above Dyjian, a god has already decided how this ends. He calls himself Mokallai. He calls himself Destiny. His followers call him nothing at all - they simply sing, and hand him their blood, and stop asking questions. Dyiij was supposed to protect this world. Instead, she summoned the one thing worse than Mokallai to save it: Eyuwre, the Purger of Worlds: a hunger old enough to remember doing this before, patient enough to let it happen again.
He does not lie. He doesn't have to. Every promise he makes is true, and every truth costs someone everything. Now the stones are whispering what should have been. A city is bleeding out from the inside. And somewhere between a captor's mercy and a god's appetite, every soul on Dyjian is about to answer the same question, whether they meant to or not:Was it ever really your choice?The sky is already cracking.
It just hasn't told you yet.