"There are, or used to be, thirteen of them."
I blinked. I was more confused than surprised. Up until now, I always had the assumption that a 'Divine' was an Ereth who had become powerful enough to take up that position. I never thought their number really mattered.
Asher, on the other hand, looked like he had just learned he was a father – or something as shocking as that, anyways. "What?" He asked, his eyes wide and his face pale.
"Now, only seven – no six, remain in power." Mona continued. Her voice was heavy, and her expression filled with uncertainty. This wasn't the Mona I knew – she wouldn't doubt herself like this.
"Out of the thirteen, this is the fifth the Demon Lord has killed."
Now, it was my time to be shocked. No wonder he hadn't hesitated even a moment as he slit that Divine's throat. No wonder she didn't even attempt to fight back. No wonder she feared for her life the moment he stepped out of that rift.
