"You really did it," Zephyriss murmured, looking down at her hands, as if seeing them for the first time. "You allowed demon lords into your realm. Remarkable."
"You're not an avatar...?" I whispered, staring up at them in awe.
Zephyriss did a little twirl, examining herself. Her wings drew out the breeze, stirring my hair. "Really? I hadn't noticed."
Incindurus snorted, releasing a burst of flame from his nostrils. "Do not mock the child. None could predict this move, for never before has it happened."
Fate rested her hand on my shoulders. "You're right, Xiviyah. What followed you before were merely portions of their will and power, given form. Enusia would reject that power, but Haven has no such safeguards. Not unless the realm spirit wills it."
"But...why?" I asked, biting my lip. No matter how long I stared at them, nothing made sense. Why do this? Why hide it from me? Why descend in their true forms? Fyren had told them about Arantius, hadn't he?
