...and that's all I can say about Fellhorn, Argrave told Elenore, giving advice to Melanie through Elenore as he and Raccomen made to confront Erlebnis. They intended to fight him outside the Palace of Heaven, as it kept him from interfering with the operations within and, if all went well, they might turn the Stormfield against him.

He continued advising, And the lich, his phylactery... it's hidden within a stuffed animal: a black bear, with big floppy ears. That's all I have, Elenore. No communication henceforth. Need no distractions.

Good luck, his sister told him in parting. Then her voice was no more, and Argrave stood on the empty walls of the Palace of Heaven with Raccomen beside him.

The deity asked, Youre done?

Yeah, Argrave answered.

Ill keep it brief. Raccomen played with the decadent rings on his fingers. Erlebnis knows hes outmatched. Hes given up on winning the fight.

Youre sure of this? Argrave narrowed his eyes.

Hes using his divinity to empower his attacks. He wants to leave nothing left for his foes. The god I killed for my domain did something similar. Raccomen stroked his chin. Eventually, though, our god of knowledge is going to get too weak to resist both of the ancient gods wearing him down. Its our job to make sure his killer is someone on our side.

We all agreed that Law should inherit that power. His domain compels him to be our most steadfast ally, Argrave pointed out.

We did agree it would be best for all involved, Raccomen confirmed. But we should be happy simply if Sataistador doesnt claim it.

So thats your angle, volunteering to help me. Argrave fixed him with the side-eye. Whatever. If it plays that way, it plays that way. This is a partnership, not a subordinacy. Just dont end up dead, like Rook.

Like Rook? Raccomen laugheda new noise from the god of space. I wont end up like him at all. The god with mastery over spaceits a coveted title. It could be said that few other domains are its equal. For that reason, my champion, Melanie, has proven her worth countless time. He looked at Argrave. For this reason, the gods of space are often killed by those seeking to claim their domain. Im the youngest of the gods in the Blackgard Union yet throughout history, Im still the oldest god of space. Does that make sense?

This is you being brief? Argrave shook his head. Youre a tough guy, I get it. Whats your point?

Not tough. But like you, I dont often fight when I cannot win. Nowlets wait for our opportunity. Raccomen put his hand on Argraves shoulder. I hope youve mastered your stomach. Elsewise, youll lose whatevers within it, I promise you.

Argrave inhaled, preparing himself for a long and protracted fight. Whys it taking so long, anyway? Thought the man had a grudge

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You dont seem much like the god of war to me, Erlebnis said, standing across from Sataistador as the Stormfield raged all around them on this mountain peak. Law had fallen back temporarily, perhaps grouping up with some reinforcement. Tell medid you join the Blackgard Union?

This is just war for me, as ever, the deity answered.

What do I have to do to get you to end Argrave? Erlebnis asked.

Icy storm turned to a fiery hell in moments as the phases of the Stormfield shifted. Amidst all this, Sataistador looked amused. Are you proposing betrayal?

Why not? Erlebnis stared steadfastly.

Doesnt align with my long-term intentions for this cycle of judgment. And despite their tremendous success, I dont doubt for a second Argrave is willing and able to retreat if things turned that quickly. But let me offer an alternative. Sataistador raised his hand up. Surrender, let me gorge myself on your flesh. The kingll die as a natural byproduct of what comes next.

Theyd never let that happen. Erlebnis shook his head. Law is still watching. Trying to listen, too, but I can stop that. All of them have their own plans. Theyve regrouped. Doubtless Raccomen is lurking, now, ready to step in and bring his friends at a moments notice. The god of knowledge closed his eyes despite standing in front of an enemy. I missed my chance. I feel it in my bones.

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Your bones? Sataistador scoffed. You let go of those a long time ago. Sure they still work like they used to?

Perhaps that was always a mistake. Erlebnis straightened his back, standing tall. He still looked small before the hulking figure of the god of war. But there are ways out of this for me.

Not really. You run, we can catch you. You fight, Law or I will outlast you. Youre a candle, the wax melting a little more every time you burn. If youd kept your mouth shut instead of saying youd desecrate the kings wife, there might be some arrangement you could make but after you talked, Argrave has no reason to trust a deal from you. This ends, Erlebnis, with you dead. The hand has been dealt. All you can do is show your cards.

Erlebnis smiled. Or, I could talk more, run my mouth more and maybe tell them why you cut your hair.

Sataistador was static one moment, then animated in the next. He flew at Erlebnis with his arms moving so quickly they appeared to be eight. Weapons lashed out at him in an inferno of fury. Erlebnis called upon his divinity, putting a vast amount of might in repelling the god of war.

Theres that chaos I recognize, Erlebnis called out. They didnt hear what I said, fret not. Or better yet, do fret, louse. You think I dont know you? A vagrant like you only cuts that mop for one reason.

You want Argrave dead, dont you? Sataistador pointed an axe. Then youll say nothing more. I put a lot of time, a lot of effort, into this. If you dont waste my effort, you can harass Argrave in the afterlife, I promise you.

Erlebnis shook his head. I want him dead, true enough. But most of all, I want to kill him. You got in my damned way, Sataistador. Ill burn this scheme of yours to cindersIm not above that, not anymore. You deprived me of my chance. You still have yours, for now. And if you want to keep it, get out of my sight. And if I see even the faintest glimpse of you, Ill tell them all.

That doesnt even make sense! Sataistador shouted in rage. Its irrational. If you want him dead, your best option is to

Forget rational! Erlebnis interrupted. I was a beacon of rationality. Look where I am, now. The odds stacked against me. Kirel Qircassia, my ally, stays on high, while I scramble in the mud for a knife. Im not content with that. Ill have another attempt.

Sataistador paused, then pointed his finger. Youre going to try something devious, arent you?

Erlebnis nodded. Yes. I want to make Argrave suffer. Death alone isnt the only way one can go about such a thing. Grief is painful. Despair is painful. Ive learned a lot about suffering, in my long years.

You could ruin both of our chances. Sataistador put his hands on his waist. I ought to take my chances, keep fighting you, your blathering be damned. Ought to call your bluff.

Do it, whore of war. Erlebnis beckoned Sataistador inward. Try me. Itd be worth it, just to see your arrogance break, to see you throw a tantrum and land face down in the mud right alongside me. Misery loves company. Perhaps youll know what it is to hate something, as I do.

Sataistadors stared into Erlebnis golden eyes, taking their measure as the Stormfield raged all around them. Then he turned and walked away.

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Its good theyre taking so long, Raccomen comforted. More time for our people to get a hold of the Stormfield. Once the Stormfield falls, we dont need to have the Justiciars spread out, protecting the army. Law can fight without restraint.

Hell with its good, Argrave disagreed. Theyre talking, Raccomen. Two backstabbers, consorting, maybe getting into bed with one another. I dont like it.

We were always prepared for the possibility that Sataistador might change sides. We control the whole of the Great Chu, and provided our counterparts do their part well, we now control its strongest fortress. If that isnt enough, and if it comes to it, we could always

Retreat, Argrave shook his head. When were inside the damned fortress. A bitter pill.

One of Laws Justiciars knelt before Argrave, and its god spoke through it. The god of war has spent too much time scheming to move on offered whims. Siding with Erlebniswho weve put on the backfootis contrary to his nature. Sataistador, above all, wishes to win.

Argrave caressed his forehead, feeling some rising unease. Then, he felt Raccomens hand on his shoulder.

Erlebnis returns, the god of space declared. And Sataistador, hes leaving.

Argrave looked up, seeing a lone figure stalk through the Stormfield. The steam covered much of his advance, but Argrave saw him in a moment of clarity.

The god of war is a hypocrite, a coward, and a dumb whore, Erlebnis called out. Hes mocked me for countless years about clinging to my divine servants, my realm, my vault. In the end, he has things that he refuses to relinquish just like the rest of us. He has possessions hed move to protect, interests to preserve.

Argrave prepared himself, looking to Raccomen for guidance. The god of space stared through the steam, alert and ready.

Just us, now. No more vultures. Erlebnis stopped walking. Just me, with the company of all Ive learned through the millennia. And you, Argrave, with whatevers swimming around in that head of yours.