Asmodeus sat beside the sleepy goddess, her body leaning over a pile of vibrant leaves, while she looked at him with her fluttering lashes.
Unlike Arista, Stella was lazy, a little mellow and didn't seem to be energetic.
"Are you alright?" He couldn't help but ask. The world around them became brightly lit and full of life and vibrancy, but the sleeping white butterfly opened and closed her eyes slowly, watching Asmodeus without speaking.
"Mmmm… a little sleepy, but now you came. It's peaceful."
"Is this a divine world, rather… is your divine space located inside the world tree?"
The moment Asmodeus asked his question, Stella's eyes snapped open.
Her pupils focused on him differently from before, yet she then slowly claimed, like a sea that slowly ebbs and flows, she returned to her sleepy state.
"Half."
"Half?"
"Mm… half of a world, Stella is only half."
