Sha heard Zibbo's calling.
A Vestal shared the power of the God she worshipped, so there was a connection between them.
One that was stronger than even his connection with Lucivar.
Zibbo's rank was no higher than Nerissa's or Morriva's.
He couldn't see her, but he could feel and hear her.
"Talk," He placed his hand on Leandra's shoulder, doing what Sha told him to do. "She's listening."
Other than the passing vehicles, nothing was there.
Zibbo nudged his chin at empty air.
Impatiently, Leandra opened her mouth; she was about to tell him to speak clearly as time was not on their side, but the moment his hand was on her shoulder, she sensed something. An entity was present in front of them.
It couldn't be seen, but it was there.
"Speak. I'll deliver the message to the Blessed Oracle."
"Blessed Oracle?"
Leandra's face hardened, realizing that she was talking to an entity close to Godhood.
She quickly shook her head, focusing on the matters at hand.
