Lethys is taken aback. The question circles: why? He remembers catching a distant glimpse of a strange carving, far off beyond his realm, and sneering at the realisation that Monzun's followers would stray. The next time he looked, it was gone. He knows such things are not beneath their disdain. What self-respecting god does not guard against stolen worship?

...But their attention has drifted again, away from the other god shining over their territory and towards building. As if he were not here at all.

Through the shock, Lethys is a little insulted. He knows they could crush him like a mortal under their thumb, if they so chose. But that they don't even show concern that he's here is purely insulting.

He is left hanging over the Village with no audience. Pride damaged, perhaps unreasonably so, but nothing else. It begins to sink in that he is alive, and looking to stay that way a little longer.

And Nemesis is dead.

Lethys flickers to one side, and back. He glides to the nearest mountaintop and hovers there, watching Monzun from afar. His thoughts won't sit still long enough for him to pin any of them down.

Eventually he flits back to his Temple and to the Village beside it. He conjures miraculous rations into their stores. And probes, gingerly, at the distant sound of prayers in the cold. And again, and again, and again, crosses the landscape almost to Monzun's Village borders and finds himself returning to his Temple without thinking about it.

He lives. And Nemesis is dead.

Laetes, who has been Leashed to the Pen and held there, peers up at his listless god and whines.

It is another mortal day and night before Monzun will find Lethys streaking over and flaring too-bright and too-close, demanding their full attention.

"What do you want? Tell me!"