Back in the Lumeria Empire, Serena leaned back in the grand throne meant for her husband to sit with a flat expression, narrowed eyes, closed lips, and a faint furrow in her brow, glancing down at the "ambassadors" from the Mainland Empire.
'These foolish humans can't even recognise the goddess they once worshipped for a thousand years.'
She glanced at Lumina, who stood obediently by her side, wrapped in an ice-blue dress, with glistening silver trim. The goddess who once served light now appeared more like the mother of snow, with pure white hair, lashes and eyebrows, which granted her an ethereal beauty that few could match even in Asmodeus's harem.
[Well, I suppose they cannot help it, Sister.]
[These filthy empire dogs don't favour a single god.]
Despite Lumina's icy calm expression, Serena found the angry tinge in her tone endearing. And she spoke the truth, unlike the continent, which believed in specific gods, which held links to races or a single element or role.
