the devil is not as black as he is painted
"You are sweet, Remi. But worry not for me. This will not end me, the way it will end the forests and those you care about." She replied, her image already fading. The fields and stars above would become clear through her, until only her starlit gaze remained. Fixing him with a solemn stare, the goddess had nothing left to offer. No winds of strength, no words of consolation.
It was as she had told Jigano not so long ago; this seemed a mortal problem and in her current state, she could do little to assist.
It was as she had told Jigano not so long ago; this seemed a mortal problem and in her current state, she could do little to assist.
