“A god isn’t powerful enough to destroy the realms, Kieran. Isbeth would know that.”
And a god wasn’t powerful enough to do as Millicent claimed, either, to hand Isbeth her revenge against Nyktos.
Kieran opened his mouth, but then his gaze cut to the shielded window.
His eyes widened, and I knew that he’d realized the same thing I had. It was impossible, but… Kieran’s head swiveled back to me.
“The mist. She didn’t summon it, Cas. She created the Primal mist.”