"What?!" Annabelle gasped, her brows knitting tighter as Nytharos revealed the reason behind Elana's strange behavior that morning.
"Yes," Nytharos replied with a slow nod. "When I divided my soul, one fragment was taken back to heaven. My brothers sealed it inside a secure vault, meant to be used against me if they ever needed to weaken me."
Ariana struggled to piece it together. "But aren't you part of the mortal world now? How can they still interfere with your soul fragments?"
As far as she knew, it was an unbreakable law that the deities could not interfere with this world, no matter how dire the situation became. Even during the great war, they had been unable to confront Darkness directly. Instead, they chose to bless a select few, naming them Apostles, and sent them to fight in their stead.
Nytharos explained calmly, "I exist in a strange predicament. I live among mortals, yet my origin marks me as a God. Because of that, I can be killed by either."
