"Belle," William said firmly. "Her name is Belle."'
"Right," the Primordial Goddess replied. "Just a single person, but the ripple she created when she left shook the very foundations of a Pantheon that once stood above others. Now, they only exist in Myths and Legends. So, in a way, the Prophecy succeeded in a roundabout manner."
The Primordial Goddess crossed one of her legs over the other before giving William a smirk.
"You who have overthrown your father will one day suffer the same fate."
the Primordial Goddess lightly tapped the armrest of her throne as she arched an eyebrow at the Half-Elf, who was digesting everything she had said.
