"Dyleon..." The will of Sekaulla did not take the form of words, but of feeling, like knowledge. "You are mine. You heed not the servants of other gods, not even Darko. ... You have fed me well my champion, and I am sated, for now. Thus, I command you to return to rest. Die once again for me, show the world your obedience to my will and mock this foolish wraith. Demonstrate to me your faith that I will make you rise again, forever. sacrifice yourself. I yet have plans for you." The goddess' will, her voice, was irresistible to her mortal worshipper.