A wave of panic swept through everyone. Isis, whose irises glowed blue, was slowly covered by a blue aura.
Freya's group was petrified; years ago, they'd heard all about the seven Avatars of Sin, all but one whose whereabouts were unknown, to the point of disappearing in every speech.
But here, in the middle of hell, there she was, and the elves' reaction testified to how incredible it was.
"What? .... What?!" stammered Nefertari.
The elves trembled in disbelief; they'd lived a very long life, but that day they'd learned that the top of their world was a lie.
The queen was not the queen, and the wisest among them was an impostor.
"Lust... Is Isis?" murmured Liliana.
Isis stroked her blond hair, plunging her gaze into the girl's.
"Wrong order, to be more precise, it's even the opposite."
Her aura charged with enormous power, Isis's body gradually turned blue, and a strange pressure covered the whole group.
