"The goddess…"
"The goddesses…" the spirit hovered, pondering on the esoteric information it had come across in isolation. Emon has provided so little about the other gods–other existing pantheons and he had made his guardian a little subservient and infatuated with him so it as well didn't bother much about gods other than its master, he didn't however, have that be enough, for it didn't take Flit too long for its eyes to be clear.
