Pinned in Silver Fire, the Wax Demon could no longer even scream. Powerful as the Hand of Vecna was, it could not withstand the combined attack of two goddesses.
Hill shot to his feet as he watched the giant candle slowly melt, then sank back into his chair... He had never imagined he would one day see Shar and Selûne join forces with his own eyes.
Selûne's bell-like laughter rang through his courtyard, bright and carefree.
For once, Selûne said nothing more... Whatever Shar had been thinking when she acted, a crack had quietly appeared in the hatred between the sisters—hatred built over hundreds of thousands of years and seemingly as solid as an ancient snow-capped mountain.
No one knew where that crack would lead... Perhaps it would become a stream running down an icy mountain, small but enduring.
Or perhaps the bitter cold around it would freeze it shut again.
But on this day, when no one had expected it, the crack had appeared.
Hill lowered his eyes. During their conversation that day, Shar had probably sensed the trace of sisterly affection Selûne still felt for her... Back when she had been known as Sune, the Moon Maiden could not have done that.
Much of what had happened was her own doing, but to fall from Greater Divine Power to a weak deity who could survive only by relying on someone else had been an unbearable humiliation for someone as proud as she was.
Yet after reclaiming her identity as Selûne, she seemed to have recovered her old composure as well... Even when it came to the twin sister who had once brought her low, Selûne could remember the good in Shar. One might say the goddess had forgotten the pain as soon as her wounds healed, but for