"How could an evil being set base in the goddess's tower?" Mesharra looked at the letter with a confused face. Her glare quickly shifted to Mary, "Do you have an explanation? She won't be defeated that easily, would she?"
"I doubt it." Mary sighed, "I think the goddess herself brought that evil being. What was she called again? Gamond?"
"Yog must've brought her." Arad sighed in the back as he was lying on the bed, reading a black book with a fine leather cover. "That's goddess is a clown, she can't do anything without messing around."
"You just can't call a goddess a clown." Mary looked at him, a bit sad.
[We'll, I'm not a clown, but I'm a jester. And yes, I brought her. Gamond the pale death, she had already killed her whole world. A fate not far different from many of your fates.] A giggle boomed from Yog's voice and suddenly the four women in Arad's room could hear her as well.
