"He WHAT!??" Draugner shouted, spilling his glass of whiskey. He took a breath gritting his teeth. "When you say perished do you mean like, lost some of his incarnations, or do you mean, he's truly gone?"
"I can't be sure," Verena shook her head. "But you saw what happened to the boy, that's the ignition of a blessing, that only happens when the giver of the blessing perishes, plus can't you feel it? There's a sudden absence in the divine court, like one of the stars has winked out."
Morpha turned to them both gravely. "I've sent servants to investigate the condition of his city in the Lost Continent, and also sent messages to the members of the High Court, we'll have more answers soon enough."
"The Lost Continent…?" Draugner looked down, pondering. "That's Melphinoe's hunting grounds isn't it? Do you think she…?"
Verena frowned. "But she hasn't been active for more than a millenia, why would she…?" Her eyes flashed to Draugner's and they both paled a little.
