Elsewhere, Horace was still worrying about his daughter.
The imbalance between her soul and body was a serious problem.
Hötter was twelve now. Though her body was weak, it could still just barely support her overly powerful soul.
The moon bore most of the pressure, and the seal of the Great Runes had helped too. She looked no different from other children-except that she occasionally elbowed nearby gods "by accident."
Lilith, at least, had suffered greatly from this, receiving a child's "love" for no reason at all.
Horace had only one thing to say about that: serves you right!
But Horace knew full well that this balance was only temporary.
As Hötter grew older, her body would fall further and further behind her soul's growth.
Her soul kept growing stronger, while her body grew slowly by comparison. That gap would not shrink; it would only keep widening.
If this went on...
Horace dared not think about it.
He had already tried every method he could think of.
Great Runes.
Seals.
Having the moon share the burden.
He had tried everything he could try and used everything he could use.
But as he watched his daughter grow day by day, watching her body fall further and further behind her soul, Horace grew more anxious with each passing day.
The Outer Gods said there was nothing they could do.
Lilith spread her hands. "A god born from a human like this really is a first since the dawn of creation. Who's ever seen anything like it?"
Yera shook her head. "There are no records of anything like this."
Scarlet Rot remained silent as usual. No one expected that deity to know anything...
The Fell God of Fire sent a thought from far away, roughly meaning, "Don't ask me. All I can do