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Kalosia descended through Shadranes as if light had chosen a body for a moment. The god’s voice did not belong to any one age or gender; it held the timbre of an elder and the lilt of a child, the clarity of a maiden and the steadiness of a young man, all braided together until no single thread could be teased free. When Shadranes lifted her eyes, stars looked back from them. A great god stood on the Mortal Realm again.
“It has been too long,” Kalosia said, and the sound carried a bright ease. “I am pleased to meet you again.”
Ketal smiled at the tone. “You sound in very good spirits.”
“I am,” Kalosia replied without the slightest attempt to hide it. “How could I not be? Necrobix is dead.”
Necrobix was one of the Four Pillars of Hell and among the first demons to be named when Hell itself first learned to speak. It was an ancient enemy who had wrought terrible devastation during the Divine-Demonic War.
“In those days, at least ten gods fell to that creature,” Kalosia said. “I crossed it more than once. It was a dreadful thing, strong beyond measure.”
However, thanks to Ketal, Necrobix was gone now.
“In the heavens, it feels like a festival,” Kalosia went on, and the warmth in the god’s voice did not diminish even when the words turned solemn. “We have not known a mood like this since we won the...
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