Her eyes swept the room after she settled, the presence of so many not only beautiful but powerful beings was a sight that had not visited her eyes for so long. It had been so long that Ashura couldn't even remember the last time she sat with more than one person.
The powerhouses of Petnous, beings who would induce not only fear but reverence, filled the space. Their beauty and their descendants, who didn't disappoint in either looks or talents, added to the overwhelming scene. Then there was the presence of the one who made this gathering possible.
They were all sitting together, with curiosity clear in their gazes as they looked at her. Apart from the leaders, who knew who Ashura was, the rest—save for Emmy and Rosier—were not familiar with the Alchemy Goddess, only by her revered name!
"You arrogant bitch..." Morgana began but quickly stopped at Petne's steadying gaze. Clicking her tongue, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.
