The three goddesses watch as the silver-haired woman disperses into rays of light, as her reflection ceases to exist below the watered service of the endless void.
Qhyltia turns around and scratches her head with a nervous smile. "T-Thanks for your help Sorcer Don… I couldn't have done it witho—"
Helena scrunches her eyes in distaste towards the girl then turns to face Gretix. "That'll be all, Qhyltia. You may leave us."
"O-Oh, I see." Qhyltia murmurs before bowing and disappearing in pinkish rays.
Gretix lets out a puff of smoke with a sigh. "You didn't stay to lecture me—Did you?"
"Before making rash decisions like this, remember who your superiors are—I will not tolerate insubordination again; Do you understand?"
Gretix rolls her eyes. "It's not like any of my 'superiors' were taking action. I'm starting to wonder if any of you even care about Gho—"
