Before anyone could enter into the Godly realm, Moao held them back. Her cautious eyes observed the world in front of her, "The Demon Oou says we must hide our appearances."
Michiya raised his head, "How would we do that? With magic?"
She shook her head, "No. The Gods will detect it. They were the ones who created the magic we use."
Tama spoke up, "Then what should we do?"
Moao shook her head painfully. Raylon held her shoulders with a worried look, but before he could say anything, her head stopped shaking. She raised her head revealing a crazed expression. As she grinned, blood dripped down from her left eye.
An eerie voice left her mouth, "To the dance. To the dance. We must dress up for the dance."
The Baron stared at her incredulously, "The dance?"
With a snap of her fingers, masks suddenly appeared out of the air and drifted to their outstretched hands.
