Something was there that should not be. Someone was there who should not be. Nyaxia watched, her fury rising. Their attention shifted to the mortal world. Gods felt the draw of divine energy, and now, they sensed it gathering below—at the inflection point where the mortal and underworlds collided. Morthryn. Nyaxia’s mouth curled into a snarl. “What is that?” she demanded. At last, the heart spoke: {A challenger.}
