A day had passed since Sol's fight with the god of golems, nobody had noticed a single star in a multitude falling from the sky, but somewhere in some random desert, there was now a crater the size of a city with strange rock formations that slowly grew like vines overnight.
As she usually would, Sara knocked on their door and then pushed it open after receiving their acceptance, but unlike the other times where either Sol or Ikaris was covered because of their nakedness, this time Ikaris was already dressed, and Sol was once again missing.
"Are you well, maid?" Ikaris asked her when she saw the doubtful expression that she held toward her; as a goddess, that had existed since before the primordial times across dimensions there was nothing Ikaris was as used to as doubt and disbelief, she could tell at a glance. "What bothers you?"
"Your explanation, milady," Sara answered hesitantly.
Two nights before.
"I was in a dungeon-"
