Hulbilnern was stronger by far, but Donovan had more wit. The fire god had allowed the mortal to lure him towards the sea. The god took no notice of the surrounding area, only of the one who dared to oppose him. He attacked relentlessly, rage clouding his reason. But the mortal did not fight back. He merely dodged and danced away from the flaming sword the deity used. It wasn't until the waves crashed upon the god's flaming flesh did he realize the trap. The air became filled with steam, the salt blinding Hulbilnern's eyes. Unhooking the ring blades from his hips, Donovan struck down the god in a few short swipes. The great sun god of flames lay in the cold waters, his once vibrantly red skin paling into a sickly yellow.

What came next was rather new. Donovan actually felt the god's power entering his body. Usually when he retained his victim's strength, he never noticed it happening. But for good measure, he gathered some of Hulbilnern's blood as it floated in the water and bathed in it. It was intoxicating. But he had a long way to go yet. The prophet had said all the god's must die if he were to fulfill his destiny. There were nineteen more. So away he went, leaving the corpse for the wildlife to devour.