On a mountainous region buffeted by intense sand storms and rogue lightning strikes that slammed against the earth with no warning, a figure pushed their way through the storm, enduring every lightning bolt that struck them, although they appeared unaffected by this great force of nature until they arrived at the center of this place.
The figure removed the wraps covering their face and the woman that was revealed underneath was beautiful but her face was set in a firm manner that showed her determination, her green eye flashed as she looked around, and then she nodded. This was the right place for her to become a god.
After more than fifteen years, Maeve was on the verge of becoming a god!
She had been surprised at her quick growth in power, but with every day that passed, her powers continued growing in leaps and bounds since she used the image and memories of Rowan as her Incarnation.
