But as soon as he prepared his spear, they were all hit with the reality of the situation at once. These were Gods. Huge divine fragments.
"What has happened, dear boy?" Claudia asked, her tone kind. "You have released your hold on them, allowing them this more powerful form… But you did so because your soul felt you could handle it, did you not?"
"Foolish, damn it," Ingolsol cursed. They were all cursing for the same reason. Ingolsol the fragment bore a fragment of the will of Ingolsol the God. It moulded his personality, and made him what he was, just as the experiences of Beam had moulded him into the sentient being that he'd now become… But knowledge was something that they all fatally lacked.
The boy with his seemingly unshakeable will.
The fragment of a Goddess with her ever-kind and brave heart.
And then the shadow of darkness that underlined them all.