If Jaenor's return concerned her, she showed no sign of it.
"Interesting," Kaelthrys said, her voice carrying clearly despite the distance.
"You've transcended death. Integrated Chaos Origin. Achieved something unprecedented."
Jaenor's gaze shifted from Suyajna to Kaelthrys, and for a moment, the two beings simply studied each other.
Power met authority.
Transcendence met dominion.
Neither yielding nor backing down.
Then Jaenor's attention moved.
Away from the gods. Away from Suyajna and Morgana and the assembled Sins. His eyes swept across the battlefield until they fixed on a point in the forest, perhaps half a mile distant.
Where his friends were hiding.
Reality folded, and he was gone. He simply disappeared from the place he was standing and manifested in another, moving through space in ways that made even Aethormor's spatial manipulation look crude by comparison.
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