Suddenly, Aerialia focused her gaze on Orion with a bone-chilling intensity, "Mortal, doth that imply that where we currently reside is the new world?" she asked.
Orion nodded in response, observing as Aerialia turned her head to look around her, "It's beautiful," Aerialia said as she exhaled deeply. "Mayhap my children hath loved this place."
Seeing Aerialia admiring her surroundings with a stiff smile on her face, Orion didn't know what to say.
After all, it wasn't every day that he had the chance to comfort a goddess who had sacrificed everything to see her children's freedom, only to have them die in the end, with her being the only survivor.
So Orion remained silent, observing as she appreciated their surroundings, from the fresh green grass to the towering trees in the distance, and the clear sky with the beautiful moon casting its light on everything above them.
"It's beautiful."
