Khelben sighed. Although his wife had remained in the City of Hope for their two children, she had completely fallen out with him.
As fellow Chosen of the Goddess of Magic, Laira leaned more toward Alustriel's approach. She disliked how he had strayed onto an evil path for the so-called road to godhood, and she did not believe their children needed Khelben to do much for them at all.
If prophecy proved that they had a promising future, then they only needed to wait for destiny to reach that day. Why do so many things that would ruin their reputations and nearly send them down an evil path?
Even the nephew he had always valued had parted ways with him.
Khelben sneered.
Laira and the others always believed that, as Chosen, they had already gained the right to immortality. As long as the Magic Weave existed, they could live on.
But they had forgotten that it was the former Goddess of Magic who had cherished them. Wasn't one of the Seven Sisters' younger sisters now a ghost who could never again experience the flavors of life?
And the current Goddess of Magic had not chosen to resurrect her.
Though she still had her own thoughts and was much like a living person, was that really the same?
The prophecy was predicated on his death! Why should he not fight for the best possible outcome for himself?
Since fate treated Khelben like a dog it could manipulate at will, he might as well become a dog for a truly powerful God. Even Weak Divine Power would be better than this.
Khelben gripped the window frame tightly. He knew that he absolutely could not keep losing, or everything he had done would become a colossal joke.
Hill had no idea how much