If not for the anti-violence field, Adia wouldn't be able to stand here at all. Even if this ancient goddess wasn't interested in picking apart her brain, her aura alone would be enough to cause some sort of lasting trauma. Adia can feel it, knocking against her mind like a relentless solicitor. She really should go, now that she knows the deity's name and what she's about. But her words keep her rooted to the spot, at least for the time being.

She's curious, too.

"Eternal life?" she questions softly. "In what way? I've heard of gods who transform their followers. Do you do that, too?"