His words blindsided me. I staggered, a weight on my shoulders. If Fate weren't there, I might have fallen.
"Fyren?" My voice was shrill. "But he wouldn't…I mean…But why?"
"Calm down, Xiviyah," Fate said, taking me by the shoulders. "If the Lord of Ash is manipulating you to the end of consuming the Divinity, he would have done so by now. Rather, if it's true that you've bound them with a Primordial Mark, nothing could be further from the truth."
Arantius nodded. "I have to agree with that. It was bad enough for the demons when the emperor severed the link, but you're just a mortal. If you were to die, your soul would be washed clean in the Cycle of Reincarnation. It's hard to say exactly what would happen, but it wouldn't just end with every demon tied to you becoming a scion. Their souls might be carried after you, to be erased forever in the currents of Oblivion."
