"I see, and you want to clarify that it is our Patheon or in truth you who corrected this perceived wrong. Your plan requires a catastrophic event for the mortals of my city. What did you have in mind? I do hope it will be entertaining else I am afraid I won't be able to assist you in this endeavor."

With a roll of her eyes at her fellow immortal's cavalier attitude and prioritizing entertainment over his followers, Naomi explained what she wanted to do.

"My thoughts turned to assisting the daughter in her escape. I believe stealing one of her father's prized vessels, perhaps a gallon, would require significant confusion. I thought a large fire would suffice. It would also damage the father's standing. I intend to turn that ship into a floating temple, using it and the girls aboard as my revenge, attacking Fartellian ships for the daughter's lifetime. This will limit the city's damage and strengthen your followers' faith with a show of healing or two during the fire."

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"I think what you suggest is doable. I can check with the spider and see what is required for a favorable outcome in my plans should the fire disrupts major points. After all, they play a crucial role in the songstress's song with the young Urhalla's future creations. Besides, it will be interesting to watch," said Soalis with a wave of his hand as they reached the ethereal forge's entrance, a glowing doorway of green light framed by delicate woven patterns of silver that wove down to the base of sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and other precious stones. Naomi gave a nod to Soalis, watching as he bowed, sensing their conversation had ended.