'She talks as if overcoming obstacles placed by the gods is that easy to do,' Hex thought while listening to Medina. She skimmed through her challenges, downplaying them to luck and help from others. While that might be true, there was no denying it must have pushed her to the brink, and then over the limits Fate placed upon her. That too, without considering the childhood she had had.
"I am not telling you all this to gain sympathy or to justify the means I employed by the end of my life," Medina said. "This information is key to understanding the deities and the threat they pose to our world and lives."
"They are gone. Their wills waiting to be usurped by others vying to gain as many divinity crystals as possible," Hex countered. "Even if their wills are fused with the majority of life in the world."
"Are they gone?" Medina countered with a raised brow. Her gaze filled him with discomfort, for they implied what he suspected.
"They…They aren't?" He asked, his heart sinking.
