Right. She remembers now. How ironic that once again she finds herself at the mercy of gods and demons. Yet, her power is stable and intact and at least here she has a fighting chance, and people she cares about to make life worth living.

If Mortanne is helping us come here, she must have chosen this state of being. Or at least is making the best of it. That barrier. The well. Whatever is happening must be beyond the goddesses if they need our help.

She sighs and rests her chin against his hands.

I will admit that relying on a god of any kind is not in my nature, even one offering aid. After all, good and evil are simply two sides of the same coin.