Keriya’s jaw clenched. She was much less trusting of Shivnath than she had been in Aeria. Her conversations with Necrovar had rocked her faith, and Shivnath’s refusal to tell her anything felt increasingly like betrayal. But for all that, Shivnath was still a god. She was guardian of the Smarlands, sworn to protect her quarter of Allentria and her mortal subjects.
If that were true, argued the voice in Keriya’s head, she would have helped you. She would have saved Thorion.
“Gods have power only to maintain the balance,” said Shivnath, responding to her thoughts. “We do not, cannot act on the behalf of mortals.”
“Fine, then here’s a question,” Keriya spat from her seat on the ground. “How did Thorion’s death preserve your precious balance?”
“Thorion’s magic was bound to the Shadow Lord.
