Nydmjir had been a coward, wanting what Unir offered. He’d convinced the remaining Primordials and gods to work together, even though he could have challenged the stars with the medallion. Pathetic. So it had made the most sense to get rid of him and claim it as my own. He never saw the godly knife I’d plunged into his heart after I’d tricked him into bed with me. It had been a simple thing to frame another for his death, making war a reality again.
