"Blasphemy!" the low shout of Margarete cut through the shrine.
"Haha," a soft laugh came from beneath the statue.
"I can understand why you would think that, but you're wrong," Lord Shenna informed in a silky-smooth tone.
Shenna was a man with devilishly handsome features, his skin was as fair as snow his jaw was smooth and perfectly chiseled to a point, and his long hair fell to either side of his face like flows of black ichor, and a pair of deep blue eyes shone through.
"Wrong! I would hardly think a little noble such as yourself can explain his way out of this!" Margarete spoke with anger and pride, what she was looking at was far more important than Celestia's war.
This was a direct affront to the gods themselves.
