Mirannda felt overwhelmed. A voice she had never heard before sent their booming voice across the land. It gave directions to collect special items, how to acquire them and that the world would magically use them without a need to take said items anywhere. She was still confused as to what was currently happening in the world. After a visit to the Luxuria Mortiforum, she had far more questions bouncing in her mind that the visit had answered.

Dalanesca was nowhere to be found, not that she had expected it, and rifts that loomed over Revaliir also tore into the deity’s realm. Letters and communications were scattered everywhere, unopened. The most discerning discovery, however, was a glowing chasm that carelessly ripped through the temple. The void, or something far worse was barely comprehensible, but the phoenix dared not venture closer to such an unknown. If something could tear through this inner sanctum, she feared what this meant for Revaliir.

She now found herself in the highlands, moving south. While it was known that Angela was kin to the courts and a good number of the populous, that was not where Dalanesca’s connection as champion was leading her. At one point in time, she would have stopped to make observations on the loss of natural beauty as it was not unaffected by the rapid decay found everywhere else. But her mind was too wrapped around the cause of it rather than finding evidence. The grey terrain passed her in a blur as her eyes stared far ahead while her mind mulled over the questions.

Too much, it is all too much. Curse these damned rifts, and curse the damn entity that took her body as its plaything

Zanar thought as he lay upon the ground with one of his legs bent up. A hand covered his tired eye as he just lay there in thought. He thought that after the war with the Onnen insect tribes that things would get back to normal, dealing with only the petty disputes between his fellow gods. He did not ever think that an outside force would be able to possess a Goddess of all things. Was it because she died? Did this weaken her ability to fight of the being? There were far too many questions and not enough answers at this time.

The rustle of the nearby grass is what finally broke Zanar out of his thoughts. He lowered his hands and turned his head to see what made the noise. Was nothing but a simple pheasant who looked at the god with its beady eyes briefly before going about hunting for small insects. Still amazed the god how animals didn’t seem to flee around him, even though he knew why. Zanar set up and wrapped his arms around his leg as he stared off into the distance. ”Where the hell are you?”

Yet as soon as those words dripped from his mouth, something familiar struck him. It almost felt like it was Dalanesca’s power yet nowhere near as strong as the goddess was. Yet he didn’t know if it was just the distance, but it was more than enough to have him spring up and head towards the direction of the feeling.

The closer he got, the power he felt did not increase. And it was a little while longer of running before he caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance. He knew though, that this was not Dalanesca. ”Her champion!” he hissed under his breath. If one person knew where their god was, it would be the champion. In a brief instant, he teleported from where he stood to a few feet in front of the woman.

”Well, well what do we have here. The one person in this whole world that could know where Dalanesca could be. Her champion of all people.” Zanar’s eye was firmly looking at the champion. The god didn’t know if this person had also became possessed when her patron did as well. ”So my question to you is simple, where is your Goddess?”

Warning bells were going off as a powerful presence was sensed, but they were ignored as she mulled the questions over and over. Why did Dalanesca feel like she was not in any place long enough for Mirannda to track her down? Could something have happened to her goddess when the chasm opened wide? Something did not feel right with this connection, but she was still so new, so maybe she was imagining it?

Mirannda came to an immediate halt and immediately drew her blade in defense as someone teleported in front of her. She glared at him, silently cursing herself for being so lost in her thoughts to allow someone to approach so close with the use of magic. His piercing eyes seemed to bore straight into her own. He was tall with a strength that seemed to radiate off of him. It was a strength that she has only felt while in the presence of a god.

This one was not one she was familiar with, which was not saying much. Mirannda only knew Dalanesca and Nemesis. She was unaware that Shiloh had ascended sometime after their meeting, someone she hasn’t thought much about since that strange day mummies walked the desert. All the while, Mirannda was trying to figure out how to proceed. He was firm and demanding a rather simple question, but she feared who to trust in this turbulent time. Kiba was right about trusting in times such as these.

”Don’t you guys have the ability to just snap your fingers and be at the side of another god?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. This was no way to treat a god, however, especially in a time like this when gods may be the only thing that can save them. Mirannda straightened her stance but kept her sword drawn and at her side. ”I have been attempting to track Mirthadra Din’an myself. She does not stay in one location for long before disappearing to someplace else.” This time, she was respectful.

As she stood there with the god, her gaze shifted ever so slightly as if she could see Dalanesca just by using the connection between champion and deity. Almost as soon as she did, the goddess moved again. ”Fenehdis!” Mirannda spat, throwing her sword into the ground so it stood, wobbling slightly with the vibrations of impact. ”She was in that direction,” she pointed the way she was originally headed before pointing to the west. ”Now she’s somewhere over in this direction. I can’t keep up with this pace of hers. What is wrong? Why does it seem like the planet is dying? What happened?”