Morgott and Mohg had successfully been reborn. The price was that the brothers had become sisters.
Tarnished had trouble accepting this and went to argue with Rennala again. Hadn't she said she had only gotten the gender wrong the first time because she was out of practice? Then what had happened with Mohg?
He stormed into Caria's Magic Workshop, only to find Rennala leisurely sipping Glintstone Tea. A thick book of magical notes lay open before her, and she looked as absorbed as a teacher marking homework.
"Your Majesty!" Tarnished planted both hands on her desk, his face full of outrage. "Didn't you say you were just out of practice the first time? Then what about Mohg? What happened with Mohg? A burly man went in, so why did another girl come out?"
Rennala didn't even look up. She calmly turned a page of her notes. "Oh, that. Mohg was deliberate."
Tarnished nearly choked. "Deliberate?!"
"Of course." Rennala finally set down her teacup and gave Tarnished a look that said, How do you not even understand this? "Think about it. What is Mohg? He's an Omen Child."
Tarnished blinked. "Aspects of the Crucible?"
"Exactly." Rennala nodded, rose, and began pacing around the room. "The Aspects of the Crucible are the starting point of all life, the source of every possibility. In other words, they are the most primal, fundamental power in the Lands Between."
She turned to Tarnished. "But that is precisely why they are so difficult to eradicate. If I simply gave Mohg another male body, it would eventually grow horns too, because his identity as an Omen Child has already been carved into his soul by the Aspects of the Crucible."
Tarnished listened in bewilderment. His mouth opened, but he had no idea where to begin.
Rennala continued,