Part 3

There was no mistaking the shining white robes, the brilliant aura, or the snow-white hair. It was Lord Agbus himself, the Dead God.

"No, this won't do at all." Lord Agbus said, in a voice so commanding the screams and shouts of the nobles stopped. "Down!"

The balcony the assassins were on crumbled, and they fell in a heap on the floor, where the woman in the black dress was waiting for them.

"You have been most naughty. I will deal with all of you." She said, snapping her fingers, causing both herself and the would-be assassins to disappear.

Hamlin was actually surprised, for a change. There was no mistaking it, this was Lord Agbus, the Primal God of Order. Was this the moment Eigengrau mentioned a decade ago?

"High Priest. It is time." Agbus boomed, turning to look at Hamlin. "Come and receive my order."

Rebecca blinked. She had just being saved from certain death, or at least horrific disfigurement, by a god. The Dead God, no less. Unsure what to do, she slowly and carefully walked over to Heather, and held his hand, rather tightly for once.