"Was that alright? Making him leave like that?" I asked, turning toward the door. I clasped my hands, looking down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"
"No apologies, child. I would rather welcome you into my hall than a hundred different gods. If he chooses not to ally himself with us, that is his business, though at some point, I daresay he will recognize the inevitability."
"He should be more concerned about whether he'll even be able to join us, now," Fyren muttered, frowning again. "I'm not fond of enough mortals to let those few with my favor be treated as such. Power is no excuse for permission."
I shivered at his words, but Luke nodded fiercely.
"Perhaps it would do you well to have some humility, apostle," Fate said dryly.
Luke sniffed. "Why? He may be a god, but in the end, he's just an avatar. I see no reason I should fear."
