Roal bowed his head respectfully. "Under normal circumstances, you would be entirely correct. Our God took absolute control of the logistical chain to ensure your safe passage."
'They are coordinating at the divine level,' Iron-Scale thought, looking toward the distant mesas. 'They know their survival depends entirely on our success against Aethelgard. Is this the reason why they are treating us with such hospitality? Perhaps, the Spiral gave an ultimatum to their gods.'
"Ignisar, the Sand God, mapped a highly specific marching route for your forces," Roal explained. The guide spoke with immense reverence for the Rank 22 deity, who manifested as a shifting silhouette of crimson sand wrapped in tattered golden silks with burning embers for eyes. "He coordinated directly with Nyxara, the Obsidian Empress. She is carved from polished obsidian and weeps dark venom to slay our enemies, yet she commands vast subterranean aquifers to sustain our allies."
