"White Dragon Clodia, later, two Deities will be visiting Xena Pus; Lady Cynthia is currently accompanying them," reported a dragon within an icy palace, its form light and elegant, unlike the foolish and clumsy kin on the Erathia Continent, as it bowed its head to the dragon perched on the Frost Throne.
"Hmm, I understand," Clodia nodded after hearing this, flicking her tail that resembled an ice blade. "You may go! Spread this news as far as possible."
"Uh, Your Majesty, shouldn't this be kept secret?" the white dragon, whose body was lightly covered with a layer of frost, asked.
"No need. What purpose does secrecy serve in such a matter? When Divine Beings pass through and do not deliberately restrain themselves, anyone who isn't a fool can feel their Divine Might," she responded.
"Understood."
"Accompanied by Cynthia, these Divine Beings?" After her subordinate had left, Clodia, who hadn't received any explicit orders, began to ponder what she should do.
