“Yes, but at least she tried. I’m sure she will keep trying until that monster is dead or she is forbidden from coming near Shayd,” Cessia responds, eyeing the shadowy continent with a disapproving scowl. “I remember when this land had true life on it. Your wife must still be angry about being cast out of her people’s temples. Though, I’m sure the chaos elves have found a way to converse with her. They may have come from the soulless Hejinn, but they are a decent people when not under the thumb of a monster.”
“My wife has made it clear that the chaos elves are not my concern,” Gabriel says, growing bored with the conversation. “Now, how did you convince the others to help me?”
“Zaria convinced Ram that you’re becoming obsessed and unhinged. She put everything she had into proving that your sanity is dependent on this destiny’s success,” Cessia answers with a pleasant laugh. “Your conniving heart would have been proud of her. Not that any of it was untrue. The other gods are beginning to fear that you will go insane and threaten the existence of everything. Only a few believe that they can defeat you and we both know that the ones who believe such things are the least likely to best you.”
“I will make sure to thank the Pure One when I return to Ambervale. Maybe I will stop fighting with her for a few years to show my gratitude,” Gabriel says. He floats into the air and settles himself upon the back of his unicorn. “Is there anything else that I should be aware of?”
Cessia grows several arms to scratch her head. “Only that Ram, Kerr, and Ehre know that you have chosen their devotees as the next two champions. They are prepared to contact these mortals and guide them to wherever you need them.”
“You may have Ram and Ehre guide their devotee to Hamilton Military Academy. The other champions will return there within the next few weeks,” Gabriel instructs her while the edges of his body transform into a black mist. “The devotee of Kerr and Ehre is already within the champion’s path, so there is no need to guide him. If they miss this champion again then I will certainly ask for the gods’ assistance.”
Cessia nods and becomes a shower of coins that sinks into the ocean. Gabriel takes a final look at Shayd, fighting the temptation to approach his ancient enemy. They will come face-to-face in due time for their traditional gloating and threatening, so Gabriel knows to approach now would be a waste of his precious time and energy. He kicks the sides of his unicorn and they are enveloped by the growing black mist. The god and his steed gallop along the ocean’s surface like a sinister phantasm of nightmares.