After half a minute of gesturing in the air, mana suffusing the air, the white clouds all around them flashed a lilac colour. Solomon nodded once to himself before sitting back in his chair, turning his head toward Nemus.
"We may speak freely now. Let us all be honest."
Solomon said these words with gravitas, looking specifically at the goddess. Nemus smiled at him.
"But I have yet to speak a single lie, great sage of souls. Why the accusations?"
Solomon frowned at her words.
"I consider half-truths and unspoken facts lies, goddess. Now, answer my question. Who are you, truly?"
Nemus' smile wiped away from her face. She loathed being called a liar, and had this not been the domain of this mere echo of the once great sage, she was half tempted to teach him some manners.
But she wouldn't be able to exert the full extent of her already weakened powers. Not here, not now.
