Edna pondered for a moment. "I suspect she still has worshippers somewhere in this world. They've received word and are praying to her now.
"They're probably all spellcasters, with closer ties to the Magic Weave. Otherwise, she couldn't have held on this long.
"Ordinary people... There's no way she has more of them than I do."
Even with such powerful support, Black Eye could only defend desperately. Her hope of using that sudden surge of faith to finish Edna off in one stroke had long since collapsed.
Black Eye's expression had turned ashen. She knew perfectly well she couldn't outlast the two opponents working together.
Especially Midnight, who didn't seem to care one bit about her own future.
Only Black Eye's greater combat experience let her use little tricks to blunt their attacks. Edna wasn't too bad, but Midnight fought just as she lived: with sweeping, all-out strikes, always trying to kill in one blow.
Too much of that could interfere with Edna's attacks instead.
Edna had no intention of saying anything to Midnight about it. After all, Midnight was the one burning through her mental strength.
Edna felt kindly toward Midnight and had even imagined a better future for them both, but that didn't mean she believed Midnight was harmless.
Even the brightest future might not compare with the position of a Greater Divine Power, might it?
Who knew whether Midnight would still insist on being herself after everything she'd been through?
Midnight truly despised the office of Goddess of Magic. Her refusal to replace the name Mystra with her own had also been tied to her conflicted feelings.
At first, Midnight hadn't wanted to take Mystra's place. The offer had tempted her, but she'd wanted even more to remain among mortals.
If her companions hadn't convinced her that