The Abyss treated Ieta Cavendish like an honored guest. Even that fell short of describing how highly it valued him. A prince would have been closer.
The Abyss treated him like a prince!
But Ieta Cavendish cared nothing for the Abyss's goodwill. He drove Graz'zt's whispers from his mind, then issued a Divine Oracle ordering his priests to kill the demons and protect his believers.
At the Divine Oracle's command, the believers retreated and the priests advanced. Divine Spells began to flash.
"I'm afraid you've made the wrong choice."
In an instant, Graz'zt's whispers turned into blades that stabbed deep into Ieta Cavendish's soul and tore his mind apart.
At the same time, the Abyss cast aside its goodwill and unleashed a silent roar. Invisible tendrils touched the fragments of his mind, corrupting them on contact. They became tiny black worms that followed the connections between those fragments and surged toward Ieta Cavendish.
Pain lanced through Ieta Cavendish's head, and his sense of self fell into confusion. One moment he believed he was a Demon Prince; the next, a True God. He spent more time believing himself a Demon Prince than a True God.
Seizing the chance, the Goddess of the Forest and the Goddess of the Spring abandoned their contest with the Dusk God. They poured most of their Divine Power into an emerald arrow and fired it at Ieta Cavendish.
The green light tore through layer after layer of barriers with sheer force and reached Ieta Cavendish in an instant.
Ordinarily, a simple dodge would have let him avoid the arrow. But Graz'zt, the Demon Lord, had torn apart his mind, and the consciousness of the Abyss was corrupting it.
His sense of self was still shifting. He could not even tell who he was, much less think