The voice was neither male nor female, like a gentle breeze caressing the surface of a lake, soft and melodious.
It bore no distinct gender characteristics but radiated a unique allure.
The voice was neither deep and resonant nor high and piercing, but somewhere in between, tender and warm.
Its tone was steady and rhythmical, like a poem.
This was the voice of a deity – androgynous.
Owen's eyes, a deep emerald green, sought to discern the true nature of the Goddess of Loka statue with his Emerald Eye.
Peering through the statue, he saw only snow-white stone.
To him, the essence of the Goddess of Loka statue was just that – stone.
That was his perception.
However, the reality was different. The Goddess of Loka statue had awakened and spoken.
Stanbeck, who had been at death's door, found strength from nowhere upon hearing Loka's voice.
