Nephis looked up, measuring how high the sun was. Then, she lowered her gaze and regarded Azarax with a somber expression.
"The battle in Ariel's hell must have happened in the early years of the Doom War. So, you would not have witnessed its end… still, you must have been aware of the strongest champions of both the Demon Legion and the Divine Host. Those who were Sacred, those who were Divine."
Azarax cackled.
"Why do you ask, abomination?"
Neph's frown deepened a little.
"Because my Domain — the last human Domain — is going to face the Cursed and Unholy rulers of the Dream Realm one day soon. Beings like that do not appear out of nowhere. Many of them must have been Sacred and Divine once, at the same time you were Supreme. So, knowing about the minor deities of that bygone era will help me vanquish them in the future."
Azarax stared at her silently for a while, then shifted.
"I'll happily answer your questions… after you set me free."
Nephis smiled.
