Chapter 41: 27 – Arming Up

Amara sat cross legged on the ledge of the observation deck. 

Looks like the leaders for three of the races have gathered to discuss the armistice.

Listening to the prayers, Amara had gotten some information about events happening on Teyrin. A lot of the contents simply passed her by, as the constant stream of information was too much to take in and digest. However some prayers stood out, as the prayers contained not only the thoughts, but emotions as well.

When the emotions and thoughts were particularly strong in a prayer, it would draw her attention, like an insect that just flew into her peripheral vision during summer.

And some of them had desperately pleaded to her for guidance. When the sudden stream of several desperate prayers at once came to her calling for her attention, it didn’t go by unnoticed.

After listening to the prayers and following them back to their sources with Farsight, Amara noticed that a small hoard of priests had gathered to pray to her at the same time.

The wyverns aren’t at the meeting. Nobody even mentions them. Maybe they don’t know that they are intelligent? They might think the wyverns are merely above-average intelligent beasts, incapable of conversation.

I know they want answers but I can’t just choose a mouthpiece on a whim. Especially if it turns out to be lethal. ‘Oh, goddess please answer us-’, [Splat!], ‘Oh no! The goddess is angry!’. That’d be one way to create a misunderstanding.  

Amara sighed. Besides, they already know the gist of it from the revelation Tom gave them. Their souls are in jeopardy, and me and Ryc’zamul are going to duke it out in a thousand years. Everything else is just information about who I am, why the armistice was agreed upon and other stuff. I mean yes, they are important questions, but not crucial.

[Ding!]