Your goddesses have a strange sense of humor Before this, it was the Prime Before that, the Hells This seems like kind of a sideways step.
But...well. The edict of the Red Judge was what did a lot of this to her, supposedly for her own protection. Something to at least keep her contained. Shunting her elsewhere with the help of some other world's divinities only seems fitting.
Her hand moves from the top, down to the skull that rests at her hip, slung there by woven cloth. The goddess, the one she's assuming is the Mortanne that Degas is referring to, had allowed her to keep it. But...
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Before this, it was the Prime
Before that, the Hells
This seems like kind of a sideways step.
But...well. The edict of the Red Judge was what did a lot of this to her, supposedly for her own protection. Something to at least keep her contained. Shunting her elsewhere with the help of some other world's divinities only seems fitting.
Her hand moves from the top, down to the skull that rests at her hip, slung there by woven cloth. The goddess, the one she's assuming is the Mortanne that Degas is referring to, had allowed her to keep it. But...
Can you tell me
Why I can't hear Pazelius?