“If we remake the Deliverer,” she said, “we can free the true gods.” I sat in confused silence. “Why would we do that?” I asked. “Because they have promised to serve us if we can open the Seventh Gate.” “How can they make promises when they are trapped beneath a mountain?” “I told you we are witches,” she said. “They have chosen us to save them.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “You’re serious? Can’t you hear yourself? You sound just like the Elohai who claimed to be prophets.” She scowled. “We are not like them. They enslaved us.” “How do you know it is a god who speaks to you from under the
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