Azel and Kyone stood in a large field brimming with holy magic.
The endless grass shimmered faintly, every blade glowing as though kissed by divine light.
The sky was washed in white brilliance, no sun in sight yet everything illuminated.
The two goddesses had been shirtless when he first arrived, and Azel had quickly forced them into proper clothing.
Kyone now wore a fitted black tunic and light trousers, her hair tied back in a high tail that swayed whenever she moved.
Nyala wore a simple white shirt and dark pants and not far from where they stood, She reclined on a long chair, one leg crossed lazily over the other.
She looked perfectly at home, humming as she enjoyed one of the ice-fish packets he had brought along.
She picked at the tender flakes of frozen meat with elegant fingers, her golden eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Kyone, however, was focused.
"So let's hold onto our weapons first," she said firmly.
