“Valerion offered his magic to the gods, providing them with a source of energy to wield against Necrovar,” said Uhs. “That was not an exorcism—that was a sacrifice. And mortals sang Valerion’s praises for the next ten ages because they believed he’d sacrificed himself for them.”
“Well, didn’t he?”
“No. He had another plan, you see, a secret plan. He feared death, so he took steps to ensure his resurrection.”
“You told me the gods can’t bring anyone back.”
“The gods can’t.” Uhs stopped walking and fixed her with a beady eye. “Can you think of no one else who has the power to raise beasts from the dead?”
Keriya stopped, too. A tingling realization seeped through her. “Valerion can’t have given his soul to Necrovar,” she said, waving her hand to swat away the idea like she would a pesky
