A mass of ink-black clouds rumbled with thunder, lightning flashing within it from time to time. Beneath it stood a little tree as tall as a person, its crown charred but its trunk stubbornly upright.
Fiona Russell arrived through space and froze when she saw the tree. "You actually went bald on your own?"
"Good afternoon, madam." Avram Krell appeared, his face veiled in hazy colors, and greeted her with a smile.
Avram Krell wasn't using a paper doll this time, so Fiona paused. "Are you... Mr. Paper Doll? You're better?"
Delight crossed her face. Then she took out the Angel's Blood she had brought. "Mr. Paper Doll, this was a gift from my teacher. I thought you might need it."
"Angel's Blood?" Frum Crayle studied Fiona. He accepted it without protest. "Thank you for your help."
He warned her, "Be careful for the time being. Unless you have to, don't leave well-guarded places, go near any temples or Churches, or leave the Main Plane."
Be careful? Is this about the God's fall? Fiona wondered. She asked him outright.
Frum Crayle nodded. "Whenever an era nears its end, a great disaster strikes. The fall of a god is often the first sign."
"Take the Third Era. The fall of the Weave Sovereign sent floating cities crashing down one after another, burying the era mages called the age of Netheril."
"A great disaster?" Fiona asked. "Mr. Paper Doll, do you know which God fell this time?"
She had barely finished asking when someone else supplied the answer.
"The God of Justice fell." Ieta Cavendish arrived, shrouded in white light, and continued, "I used Divination to learn which Church's priests had lost the ability to cast divine spells. The answer was the priests of the God of Justice."
When a god fell,