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	Chance's smile vanished as Matti Lalli uttered the favorite phrase of the late Davis Lalli. As the tip of his rifle zeroed in for a killing shot, Chance pulled his hand put of his pocket. There was no gun, knife, or any weapon at all. Just an empty hand with a mind filled with fanatical belief behind it. He shoved his finger in Matti's direction just as he fired. But while uncle Lalli's rifle lit up the battlements with a muzzle flash, nothing came out of Chance's finger. Not lighting, fireballs, or his queen's divine power. Furthermore, nothing happened to Matti as he stood there in perfect form. But something did happen to Chance. He stumbled backwards into turret and clamped his hand over his neck. He couldn't stem the bleeding. His eyes remained focused on Matti. He opened his mouth to speak, but he sounded like a wrath. Chance hadn't even died yet and he already sounded like one of their number. 

	As his strength failed, he stumbled over to the turret. He attempted to grab a hold of the barrel to steady himself, but the turret swung and he was thrown into the balcony. It was made of brick and waist-height for the archers to fire over, but it proved to be a tripping hazard for the commander. He fell off the edge and tumbled several stories into the jaws of a waiting shark. After a single bite, the only thing that was left of him was his stupid hat, which floated in the air before landing in the salty waters below.  

	 [color=FFFFFF]“Heh!”[/color] Sally looked over he shoulder. [color=FFFFFF]“I was able to make good on my promise to the shark.”[/color] With a sigh, she relaxed her shoulders and allowed herself to fall back against the balcony. [color=FFFFFF]“Wow, watching everyone enter the castle is really something... I wish Kaapo and Boston had gotten to see it.”[/color] Her eyelids fluttered. [color=FFFFFF]“I'll... I'll have to tell them about it when I see them.”[/color] And then her eyelids fluttered shut for the last time. 

	There was nothing left for Uncle Lalli to do here. He needed to find the goddess.

	That was what everyone was concerned with. 

	The keep hosted many horrors, from corrupted adventurers to twisted beings of the blood witch's design. But against such numbers, they would all fall in time. Gustaf Henriksson had little difficulty advancing with the growing mob. As they split up to explore the keep, Gustaf focused on getting to the Tower of Eternity. The goddesses location could be anywhere, but there were rumors that she was being kept in a pocket dimension that housed a giant tower that the rumor was named after. Given its dimensional nature, the tower could be anywhere. But Gustaf believed he had discovered some interesting geometry where the keep could theoretically lead into a pocket dimension. There was a short silo located above the dungeon floors, which he set off to find in earnest. He was followed by several other rebels, Matti included.

	Sure enough, there was a winding staircase that took the rebels far higher than the ceiling should have allowed. Most of the chambers were empty, as these were the sleeping quarters for all of Silver Myth Keep’s most important people. They were all out trying to control the expanding chaos.

	Except for one.

	At the top most floor, a woman stood in front of what appeared to be a lail door. While she was well groomed and dressed in the fine robes. There had been rumors that the blood witch had a sister, and this must have been her. But her hair was thin and her posture weak. As the rebels came into view, she dawned a crown made of antlers. The blood witch had been a social outcast and practiced her horrible magic in the woods, and artifacts such as this were said to have a connection to her if not the horrible god she gained her powers from. 

	The sickly woman drew a ritual blade and carved shapes into her flesh. Circles around her eyes and mouth, boxes and crosses along her arms. Some of them glowed, which might have meant that she hadn’t executed the ritual correctly. The illegitimate queen was a fearsome blood witch, but her sister was but a rumor. Was she even a true blood witch, or was she just using some ritual her sister taught her once should the unthinkable happen?

	Regardless of the ritual’s execution, it was clear that she planned on opposing the rebels with her life. She lifted the door’s key to her lips and drew it inside her mouth. 

	Best to end this before she swallowed it. 

	An ice dagger flew through the air and struck the woman in the chest. With a cough, the key was thrown from her mouth and she stumbled onto her side. Bloodwitch or not, the woman would never move again. One of the rebels opened the door and they all marched through. 

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	The room was massive. The walls of which seemed to recede on forever. There didn’t even appear to be a roof in this space. The only thing of note was a stone slab with a hauntingly beautiful woman laying on top of it. Everything from her long silver hair to skin that glowed like the moon fit the goddesses description. This was her. The madness would soon be over.

	But not before one final conundrum.

	The only rebels present were either from the Lalli or Henriksson families, which had very different ideas on how to move forward. With Gilla’s fate on the line and victory so close, what would ultimately become of the nameless goddess? 

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