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[Ishtar]

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The news of Niitiize's abrupt passing haunted the Priestess. She made arrangements for her safety and it seemed it was not enough. Her sleep now it seemed was invaded by the woman whom she only knew briefly. Ishtar could not tell if she was caught in a dream or a vision as at times the feelings were so close together. The diaphanous figure before her seemed to sense her thoughts.

"Do not be alarmed, my death was nothing you could have stopped. Now through you Concordia will be able to stop the evil that plagues the lands. Oggaroth can be defeated. I give you my blessing as her avatar to remove him from this plane. With the aid of your god and this blessing you will be able to do this. Do not mourn my loss, my life was a worthy sacrifice to stop the evil and chaos you seek to diminish. :, the voice sounded like a soft breeze and as soon as it appeared it was gone.

Ishtar sat up in the bed and noted Thrax's rhythmic and steady breaths. She rubbed her eyes and looked to the window. She could have swore she closed it before bed, the curtains billowed as the sea salt air swept into the room. She lay back down looking at the window and from the corner of her eye, her tome sat on her vanity, appeared open. Noticing this oddity she arose from the bed to look at it. Her eyes focused on the hieroglyphs, it was open to a spell.

"How did I miss this?", she asked herself. She removed a feather from her drawer and used it to mark the page. It would bind the God to the underworld where he could do no more harm. Running her fingers over the old tome she smiled to herself. Soon, she would bring back balance and hopefully free Spawn...
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