Idith took a deep breath and held out her right hand.
It was a well-cared-for assassin's hand, slender and steady.
Her fingertips lightly touched the shifting orb of light.
No energy erupted. No Soul Shock struck.
Everything was terrifyingly quiet.
The instant she made contact, the Veiled Shadow Godhead turned into a streak of light and entered her body.
Idith shuddered and closed her eyes, as though absorbing the vast flood of information and power.
A few seconds later, she opened them again.
Her gaze had changed.
She was no longer the Steadfastness, composed Assassin Instructor she had been before.
Her eyes were empty and unfocused, like those of a newborn who knew nothing of the world.
She stared blankly at her hands, then looked up and swept her gaze over everyone in the hall.
Qin Chuan, Dawn, Season Star, Dragon Soaring World...
Every face was a stranger to her.
At last, her gaze settled on Qin Chuan. Her lips moved, and she asked softly, her voice full of bewilderment and distance.
"Who are you?"
She paused and pointed to her own chest.
"And... who am I?"
The fervor in the hall froze in an instant.
The excitement on Dragon Soaring World's and Crimson Feather's faces stiffened. As they watched Idith stare vacantly ahead, unable even to remember who she was, a chill shot from their feet to their scalps.
How was that a Godhead?
It was a bowl of oblivion that could wash their brains clean.
"Is... is this a backlash from the Divine Authority?" Dragon Soaring World asked hoarsely, edging away from the two Godheads on the table.
Season Star frowned and quickly analyzed the situation. "It isn't a backlash. It's more like Formatting. Before the Veiled Shadow's Divine Authority can merge with a host, it has to