"How did you...?" asked Baerron in a faint and confused voice.
Feeling faith and belief filling him, rejuvenating his divine spark, the fallen god look at his new-found friends with his pitch black eyes looking like black holes.
"I shall remember thee, Teimerre, Djin of fire and Protector of innocence. And as for you James, wolfman, fierce fighter." he said, hovering one foot above the floor.