“I know you are,”Raven managed.
She didn’t say anything after that but focused on what lay ahead. Set aside her emotions and concentrated on what needed to be done.
With each passing moment, she remembered all she had forgotten. And somehow, she knew as she recalled everything, so did her son. Her memories became his. Her love for him without question. A type of love she never imagined feeling because children simply hadn’t been an option back home. Her negative energy could have fluctuated too low. Harmed the fetus.
“My seers, as well as our fire demons, are standing by,”Revna said into her mind.“No one will know we’re coming until we’re there.”
“Good.”Thanks to their connection, Revna already knew the plan. At least the plan Raven wanted her to know.“The best opportunity, the only opportunity, will come once I’ve separated Mórrígan’s spirit from her body. Destroy her flesh after that, and her spirit becomes far more vulnerable.”
“Yet we must be careful with that, yes?”the seer asked, concerned.
“Yes.”A goddess as powerful as Mórrígan would be capable of just as much harm free of her body. Capable of possessing another like Violence had Vicar not all that long ago. And Raven had, back when she began the great task of protecting her offspring, formed her grand plan around just that sort of thing happening.
She had known what she would need to do.
Something she kept buried deep inside away from everyone because she couldn’t risk them stopping her. This was the only way to defeat the goddess. The only way to end the war and keep everyone she cared about safe.
“Thor’s thunder,” Tor exclaimed when they made it to the massive cave steeped in clouds at the top of the mountain. This was Revna’s realm. Her greatest source of power. “It’s never looked like this before.”
She didn’t have to ask to know the floor was typically covered with storm clouds that swirled around the seer. Volatile weather attracted to her every bit as much as the sparkling black Vanaheim mist here now was attracted to Raven. It swirled and writhed like a living beast, claiming her as its own. Black-bellied storm clouds reflected in mirror-like rock walls, and lightning zigzagged over her skin and through the mist, caressing rather than electrifying.
“It’s a Vanaheim storm.” Tor remained as close as she would allow. “A storm pulled from that world into this one through your dragon magic. A storm designed to make Mórrígan feel welcome. Safe from Norse gods.”
Though tempted to tell him to go assist his brethren, she knew better.
He would be nowhere but by her side.
“She’s coming,” Raven said softly, relaying the message to everyone telepathically.“Trinity, you’ll know when the time’s right. When it arrives, move fast. Attack the Celts while Mórrígan is distracted. Attack before she has a chance to go to their aid.”
“You got it.”
She was about to wish her sister luck but went silent when the clouds outside one of the massive cave exits shimmered, then opened up. Beyond what had moments before been sky and mountains, a wicked battle raged. A war made of gods with their mighty axes and silver swords.
It was the heart of a godly battle typically seen within a storm.
Yet somehow, it all stayed just beyond the cave.
Just beyond touching them.
How else could it be when held back by what came next?
