Amaterasu stood at the edge of a small clearing, her gaze shifting from the distant village to the feline goddess perched on a tree branch nearby. The sun's soft rays shimmered around her, almost amplifying her divine presence. She turned her golden eyes toward Bast, her voice gentle but tinged with curiosity.
"The people here worship your pantheon, Bast," she remarked, attempting to stir conversation.
Bast remained still, her lithe form balanced effortlessly on the tree limb. The Egyptian goddess's eyes were focused, scanning the horizon with a look of determination, her feline features betraying no emotion. She gave a half-hearted response, her tone indifferent, "Yeah, I can see that."
There was no joy, no pride in her words. The adoration of these mortals meant little to her right now. All that mattered was locating Lucifer, finding him, and being by his side. Her cat-like pupils narrowed, flickering with focus as she strained to sense his presence.
