The morning came and Erika was standing before her goddess in her domain. A prison of darkness with a lone silver light illuminating her throne. It was a lonely place, and the priestess could feel an ounce of Athenia's struggle. To stay locked up in a prison, one from which others can walk in and walk right out, almost as if they were teasing her. In no way it could've been a pleasant experience.
"What's wrong with my current appearance that you want to see what I would truly look like?" Athenia asked, her eyes downcast at Erika.
Dazzled as much as she was by Athenia's already radiant skin and her counterparts standing behind her, Erika stepped forward, her hands outstretched for an answer.
