They say Lauma fought, cried, prayedโbut even a Moonchanter ๐ฝ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ when her Frostmoon womb is painted with Churl Seed.
Skin glowing like the moon she worships, she'd been caked in filth crawling back for more, her sacred hole was nothing but a gaping, dripping trophy ใ