"I am death itself. How could anyone kill me?"
The Gloam-Eyed Queen's voice echoed in Zhao Si's ears.
He remembered that this was what the Gloam-Eyed Queen had told him when he saw her phantom before.
The other Outer Gods were all using Marika's children to carry out their Corpse Possession schemes.
The Gloam-Eyed Queen, on the other hand, had been unusually quiet.
Could Maliketh's sealing of Destined Death really have affected the Gloam-Eyed Queen's search for an heir?
Zhao Si could not figure it out, no matter how hard he thought.
The main problem was that he had no way to verify any of this. Whether it was the Goddess of Scarlet Rot in the Lake of Rot or the Goddess of Night, he could not drag them out and ask, "Hey, how do you all choose your heirs?"
What he could be sure of, though, was that these inheritances all involved power.
Scarlet Rot was passed to Malenia, the Full Moon to Rennala, and the Dark Moon to Ranni.
There was even Radahn, who had mastered gravity, while Rykard, who had gone off course, had mastered magma.
By that rough reckoning, those two brothers really did have the makings of lords.
Becoming a lord was no simple matter, either. Not only did one have to eliminate all the competition, one also had to be worthy of a goddess.
So, excluding Maliketh, who had inherited Destined Death?
The answer was obvious: that perpetually forgotten character-Melina.
She was a girl with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a sweet, demure face. Her left eye was tightly shut, with the mark of the Three Fingers over it.
Without a close look, one might have mistaken it for the claw marks of a beast.
The girl was also a spirit. After agreeing