They had been moving for hours, Jolthar cutting through clusters of nynthralls with the quiet ease of someone who had long since stopped finding the work challenging. He was conserving his strength, using minimal energy to deal with these low-level creatures. It had been a week since he had come to the depths, but he was nowhere near his goal. Haryntha was also unable to locate the Dukes because of the malice in the depths.
She hadn't expected the amount of thick, foul energy to penetrate so deeply, and it was keeping her magic from probing. It had been many years since she had been to the depths, and a lot had changed during that time, which she hadn't foreseen.
Also, the mortal realm weakens her divine abilities, which was one of the reasons she had been affected easily.
Jolthar didn't say anything about her inability to help him, and he made up for it with the warm bed she provided him during their rest intervals. She was just like him in these depths, a helpless deity.
