"She's fast on the uptake. Too fast, at times. Though that might be because her brain is affected by Divinity, but still, isn't my Priestess so good? She's foul mouthed, crass, a little too undignified to be honest, but I'd argue that's one of her best parts. Anyway, more importantly, it has been so long, you have had it rough, haven't you, Andesa."
In an unordained world. Where there was only the girl and the puddle and nothing else but whiteness that stretched for all eternity.
The owner of the voice was different from the one in Andesa's memory. Its tone and sound was not even close. But the weight it carried remained the same when he heard it eons back. At the time of his deployment to the mortal plains. Through instinct alone, the reverberation in his soul told him the identity of the woman.
"Great…Mother?"
His voice shook as he quickly lowered his head to look at the ground.
