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Rain was pouring down over Kharros. The hungry jungle that Cassiopeia was so used to seemed lit up by the flashes of lightning that tore through the sky. It was nights like this that she really felt alive, knife gripped firmly in hand, furs matted to her body, her prey in front of her. Life was simple on Kharros. Hunt or be hunted, eat or be eaten, and long ago, Cassie had resolved to be a hunter. The animal, a Tarngigauf, a small mammal pricked its ears up as the roar of something louder than thunder rang through the sky. Cassie looked up, her eyes widening. This could be one of the fabled gods, the Im-Pyr-Um that her people talked about. A