It had been a few days and Athenia had finally calmed down a little. However, burdened with responsibility, she was already on track to getting herself into a headache. The encounter between Linkle and the devil, she'd seen it with her own eyes, and since it wasn't just something she could ignore, her mind was racing for a potential explanation about what was happening.
"Not something we can decipher ourselves, is it?" Spoke the clone on her left.
Looking at the angelic depiction of herself from the edge of her eyes, she clicked her tongue before turning her gaze to the clone on her right. Her dark wings spread wide, and a devious smile forever plastered on her lips, the clone on her right was far more to her liking. As for herself, she'd taken the form of her regular self–much similar to Aphrodite but not her or the angelic depiction that she was supposed to be either.
