Interlude: The Thirteen Thrones (II)

"Discordia? We all thought you were dead. That Greedy Bastard even gave one of your wings to his Believers and declared that you were a False God." 

"Haha. Did the Goddess of Wind truly believed that he would be able to kill me?" 

Arachne wanted to snicker when she saw the Wind Hag lower her head in embarrassment. It was the Old Man who finally spoke in order to ask a question. 

"Why did you bring us here Discordia? While it is good to see you, I doubt you would summon us here just to catch up." 

His voice was strained as if his vocal cords were being scraped by bones. Discordia soft laughter flowed out as she remarked 

"That is Correct Twilight. I am not here to chat but to ask for your help." 

"Our help? The Discordia I remember was stronger than any one of us in a fight. What could we possibly help you with?"