151 Divine Intervention

"Maker?" Doevm asked.

"Correct," Maker said as the bright light which engulfed the room faded. Her radiant smile was the same as ever. She was still clothed in the same dress made of pure light. She walked around the room, having to crouch so her head didn't scrape against the ceiling. "It's been a long time, Doevm. How have you been?"

"Cut the shit," Doevm hissed. "What do you want?"

"To offer you guidance of course," Maker said as she turned to watch the battle, which had halted. Clouds remained still. Little pellets from the guns hung in the air. "For a long time, I had lost sight of you. I thought that you would never overcome your Lich-self." She reached back, stroking Doevm's hair. "It seems as though you managed to fix yourself, well, your two selves that is." She chuckled. "I knew you could do it but, you poor hybrid, I'm disappointed. I don't know how you managed to allude me for so long, but you will always come back to me, my champion."