Part 4

“The apotheosis has finished.” Eigengrau stated to Agbus. “The flow of time has diverged. We are on a new course. This shape must be walked anew.”

“The wheel spins on the God of War. I am calling an emergency meeting. Inform Sargon and Zalas at once.” Vordea bubbled, as she began to slowly reform from the puddle on the floor.

“I’m already here, my lovely Goddess of Chaos.” Zalas said with a flourish, waving his hand about. “This is much more interesting than those other boring meetings you lot constantly have.”

“Sargon will be here shortly.” Eigengrau stated as she paced around the Inn. “He will be the most concerned about Neptis, after all.”

Just then, the door to the Inn slammed open and Sargon strode in, carrying his giant hammer in one hand. He had a look of anger on his face. He immediately proceeded to Eigengrau and attempted to hit her with his war hammer. It passed through her body without harming her at all, and she smiled slightly before speaking.

“Come now Judge, control your temper. You are Justice, not Revenge.”

“You knew! You had to have known! Yet you allowed it to happen!” Sargon shouted at her.

“The mortals have no fate but what they make. The Goddess of War chose her fate a long time ago.” Eigengrau replied, crossing her arms.

The arguing continued with no progress being made for nearly an hour before Vordea finished reforming herself. She no longer had her black metal armour, it had been replaced with a waistcoat and pants. Her tentacles were much more visible, however they were also indistinct, as if they lacked a proper form, extending from beneath the coat she wore into a gathered mass around her legs.

“It is time. I am leaving to collect our new friend.” Vordea said, before she tore a hole in reality and left in a surge of power.

"Was it a good idea for Vordea to be the first God she meets?" Vaust mused out loud.

The other Gods ignored him, absorbed in the argument between Eigengrau and Sargon.