The soldier shook his head frantically. "No, you don't understand. You've only just ascended."
"In all the millennia since creation, there has only ever been one sword that craves the heart's blood of immortals..."
Rosalind blinked, clueless. "What sword?"
The soldier's lips trembled around two words: "Soulreaper."
Rosalind's jaw dropped. The color drained from her face.
But before she could gather her wits, a voice split the air from the void above, heavy with authority that needed no anger to terrify.
"Silence!"
"I destroyed that demon goddess with my own hands. Soulreaper was shattered by my power. It no longer exists."
"You will not spread such baseless fear!"
I knew that voice. I knew it the way you know the sound of your own heartbeat. Aldric Voss. My enemy for as long as I had drawn breath.
And the one who had wounded me deepest of all.
He was right about one thing. I was the demon goddess he claimed to have destroyed.
I was also the only other true god who had escaped the Primordial Wastes alongside him, the only one who had survived the cataclysm.