Anorah gazed at the sprawling city below with a wistful smile.
The people wandered around the bustling streets. Buildings arranged in orderly clusters filled her eyes. As the God of Asterra, she could feel and hear all that was happening.
A stall owner bellowing as a flock of children swarmed his store, giggling as they tried to bargain for sweets with coins that barely added up.
Across the avenue, a woman's shrill voice rang out as she yanked her child away from a puddle. She scolded him for playing when there were errands to finish.
To Anorah, this peace was more than enough.
Not all the people wore smiles, but nothing had ever been completely perfect in this world.
'Except him.'
Anorah felt her smile widen.
Two weeks had passed since that anomaly of a boy achieved Logoth. In all honesty, Anorah knew the day was coming, but still hadn't been able to hide her shock when it did.
'It took me years.' Her eyes glinted with thrill.
