Shivering slightly at the news and seeming to take them very seriously, Calder drew sharp breath and cussed. This bit of news came as a surprise. He knew of the divine, but the information on the loss of the Glaive was something he had been unaware of. The sheer implications it could have were mind-shattering if considered for too long."That is definitely not good news at all. If the Glaive is out of the Goddess' hands and it has already spilled the blood of at least one God, I think that it will draw people to it like an unprotected village draws bandits."<br/><br/>He grimaced at the situation. Taking a seat nearby, the clouded eyes of the Oracle closed for a moment as he thought things through. "Zon-Kuthon and the Flayer of Souls reunited might shatter the Gods in their path, and bring ruin to much more than a normal foe would." He grit his teeth together. This was certainly something that would change the world forever if it got too far. "We can only hope they are not already together. If that is true, we need to find where the damned weapon lay, and how to find it and return it to its proper resting place."<br/><br/>Calder Barlow wanted to live forever, and he preferred a world where Gods still existed as opposed to whatever it was that broke and twisted Bau Thoa. If those things came forth when the Gods were broken and shattered, would they remake everything in a similar image as they had done to a God?