Time and time again had Angela told Dalanesca to not be so full of herself. That there were forces of Revaliir that Gods still could not comprehend and yet the Goddess of Death did not listen to her Conclave sister. Angela moved to go with Dalanesca and protect her but she found herself being held back by the Voice and Adraejen. Stern eyes came from both of them. “You are just going to let her go?!” Angela’s voice shrieked at both of them but it was the rest of the gods who moved with the two holding her.
That was… until Angela felt Dalanesca’s life force disappear. Her green eyes got large, hot tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she began to cuss and struggle against the other gods. “Let me go to her!” She screamed it over and over as she struggled in their arms.
"ANGELA, you need to stop and think about this clearly!" Adraejen raised his voice to his wife. They continued to hold her back knowing full well they couldn’t lose another god especially the Weaver of Life. It was hard on all of them but the Voice was ever stoic in his emotions as he crossed his arms. Dalanesca should have listened. This was much like the Godslayer of decades past. The goddess continued to struggle against them until she was left panting on the ground still being held strongly by both men.
Suddenly something changed in the Voice’s demeanor. “I’m going to teleport all of us. The situation has changed.” All of the gods were taken from the conclave to the outskirts of Mo’Mey Steppes where even Dalanesca’s body was now laying. “Angela I’m going to need you to focus and concentrate everything you have into bringing her back.” Like she wouldn’t have done that anyway, but… she had never brought a god back to the living before. Was that even possible?
As Adraejen and the Voice let her go she went into a dead sprint as she almost lost her balance several times before she made it over to her dear friend. Dropping to her knees the goddess began to chant, something she never did outside of dangerous spells. The magic of the entire area began to thicken as the clouds above began to swirl and turn dark gray.
The Voice appeared behind the Life Goddess putting his hand onto her shoulder. She twitched but it barely looked like she noticed the man behind her. Lightning, rain, snow, and all of the elements began to appear at once in the skies blending into a unique spectacle akin to an aurora. It appeared like the ancient being was supercharging Angela’s magic, letting it surge through her body. If Angela was one to care about the amount of power she had, she would have felt like a titan in that moment. The swirling mass of energy that the two beings had brought about Revaliir formed a tornado-like structure that hit Dalanesca center mass.
It took several long moments as the energy emptied the skies into the Reaper. Heavy heaves left Angela as she fell back into a seated position. The Voice looked terrified for a few moments as if he had no idea how well the resurrection had worked. The seconds felt like hours to the gods as they watched over their sister. Finally, the goddess woke up in a screaming fit that much akin to a child that had a nightmare.
The goddess Dalanesca was not as she was before much to Angela's dismay.
The impossible became possible in that split second of time when the powers of the Voice and Angela collided.
When the Goddess Angela became a titan among the gods for even the briefest of moments she managed to raise another God from the dead with their spheres intact but at what cost for the Goddess Dalanesca?
The Voice turned to his children, his chosen gods, as he spoke with haste, “The Godslayer has returned… but this time it is not the Children of the Moons who will wield this power. However, this time if you die your spheres will disappear forever. Life as we know it will be over should we fail.”
