Eleven of the most powerful beings in the universe formed a sort of half circle, as imposing as all get out. Divina looked like she wanted to come to me, but I knew the best move for her was to stand with her brothers. I needed to be on their side, not draw her to mine. The seriousness that tainted their expressions told me that the universe was once again in trouble. “Hello, Dylan,” she started. “How are the boys?” “They’re okay. What’s this about?” “One of the Noquodi appears to be a traitor. Perhaps more than one,” Araxi said. He didn’t sound too concerned, so I figured there must have been something bigger that was bothering them. In the past four years, I learned quite a bit about many of the gods. All of them were seen as aloof and arrogant to their Guardians. This was an appropriate estimation, really. The gods were above their people and the Guardians, who they truly felt were mere servants. When I was born, I had the potential to be a threat, but the gods believed that the universe would balance itself by killing me off.
