"Then let's do as you say, Pitha, trust in your father, his parting words to you must be of use."
Deucalion said with a forced smile.
"Okay."
Pitha, who had long since lost her own opinion, nodded immediately and, together with Deucalion, knelt down and began to pray silently.
"Themis, goddess revered by all spirits, whose light shines upon all, your thoughts remain ever pure, your judgments never false."
"Please hear me out,"
"Life has left the earth, only we remain in the mortal realm. I have lost my way forward, please guide me."
Her voice was not loud, but being near the Oracle, a place marked by the gods, her plea carried. After what felt like an eternity, just when Pitha thought the goddess was not inclined to heed her, a voice whispered in her heart.
"I understand... Wait here, offspring of Iapetus, the guidance you seek will soon come."
Relieved, Pitha couldn't help but smile, while next to her, Deucalion's eyes flickered with the look of a survivor of a catastrophe.
