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holy name of the Little Lion of God. The forces of Novum Romanum, the
empire built by Fortuna Pales, and of the New Khmer Domain, created a
century before by Vidya Devi, slaughtered the followers of the Little Lion
Nrisimha by the hundreds of thousands, then by the millions.
How could Nrisimha continue to replace the decimated armies? How many
soldiers could the single city of Medina produce? What was the secret of
the fanatical hordes?
No one knew.
But they poured forth, fearless, unstoppable, unslowable, unturnable. All
that the forces of resistance could do was slaughter them by the million,
and they fell, they fell, but their fellows only marched across their very
bodies, their strange bodies that did not putrefy like the corpses of
normal soldiers but seemed instead to turn to an amorphous gel and then to
sink into the Earth itself leaving behind no sign of their presence, not
even uniforms or weapons or equipment, but only, in the wake of their
passage, fields of strange flowers and fruits that bloomed gorgeously into
towering pillars and petals and berries the size of melons, that produced
sweet narcotic fumes and brought to those who harvested and ate them
dreams of haunting beauty and incomparable weirdness.
Strange messengers sped across the sands of the deserts of Africa and Asia
bearing the word that the Little Lion Nrisimha had come to bring peace and
glory and splendor to a new Empire, to Khmeric Gondwanaland, an absolute
dictatorship of unparalleled benevolence that would stretch from Siberia
to Ireland and from the Arctic Circle to the Cape of Good Hope.
It took remarkably few years for the followers of the Little Lion Nrisimha
to complete their conquest, and few more for the establishment of an
efficient infrastructure and the appointment of regional satrapies under
the absolute command of Nrisimha.
Khmeric Gondwanaland was a roaring success.

It was less than a century from the complete triumph of Yamm Kerit ben
Chibcha throughout the Laddino Imperium and that of Nrisimha the Little
Lion in Khmeric Gondwanaland, the two great empires were driven into union
by the eruption of attacking battrachian forces from beneath the seas of
the planet. How long these strange, frog-like intelligences had lived in
their deep and gloomy metropoli hundreds of meters beneath the surface of
the Earth's oceans, will remain forever imponderable.
What stimulated them to rise and attack the land-dwelling nations of the
Earth is also unknown, although in all likelihood the steady shifting of
the Earth's axis brought about by the gargantuan subterranean gyroscopes
of Yamm Kerit ben Chibcha were in fact the cause of the attacks.
The Deep Ones emerged and waded ashore in all regions at once. They wore
only strangely crafted bangles and ornaments of uncorroded metal. They
carried weapons resembling the barbed tridents of marine legendry. They
dragged behind them terrible stone statues of indescribably extramundane
monstrosities before which they conducted rites of blasphemous abandon and
unmentionable perversion.
The Laddino Imperium and Khmeric Gondwanaland combined their respective
might to deal with the menace, to drive the strange Deep Ones back into
the murky realms from which they had emerged. By the year 2337 a unified