Sharess, wearing Petty's skin, gazed at Helm with eyes full of admiration. But Samael, whose arm she held, seemed to have smoke and clouds swirling in her eyes... Hill always felt it looked more like the smoke of gunpowder.
Logically, Cyric and Helm should not have had much of a grudge... Setting aside old personal feuds, his enemies by alignment were Tyr and Torm.
"Selûne." Shar suddenly turned to look at her sister. "There seems to be something wrong with the body Cyric is using.
Was that Sharess follower he descended into replaced long ago?"
"Why ask me?" the Moon Maiden shot back immediately... Her overly stiff attitude gave her away completely.
Selûne understood that herself, so after hesitating for a few seconds, she still spoke. "When she left on the Undead ship, she should still have been herself.
I suppose that after arriving among the Shadow Thieves, she was directly devoured. You know, the body still looked like the original one, but it was actually gradually transformed into another God's own form by an incarnation.
Only the appearance still resembled her."
Lathander asked in confusion, "Wouldn't it be perfectly normal for Cyric to do that?"
"He... isn't using his original body, but one of his aspects. That's why he can replace it with a humanoid form so naturally." Selûne's voice grew lower and lower, only to rise again at the end... People with nothing left to lose were always especially arrogant. "Didn't you notice that the Shadow Thieves all use illusion magic to conceal their existence?
Can't you tell who he devoured to serve as his aspect?
Why must you force me to spell it out?"
"Ah..." Lathander suddenly understood. "So Cyric did find Leira, Goddess of Mists and Illusion, after all!
True enough. A Lesser Divine Power dared