Keriya’s smile vanished. She had summoned Thorion, yes, but not even Necrovar had managed to recall his lost followers from their imprisonment. If she tried this, she might destroy herself—and the world.
“Do you think summoning the dragons is a good idea?” The concept was much more horrifying now that she knew she’d have to do it using whatever strength she already possessed.
“Good is a subjective term,” the goddess hedged. “I cannot make this choice. Whatever comes next, it must come from you.”
A cold weight pressed against Keriya’s shoulder. The bogspectre had drifted to her side.
“The gods cannot help you,” it rasped, “but I can. The Rift extends all around Selaras, and there is a place not far from here where it is wide. I remember. I can take you there.”
“No,” said Arisse. “You’r
