The door of the glowing mana-house dissolved into light.
Sharky stepped out first, calm and composed, his presence steady and radiant, as if the storm within him had finally settled.
Persephone followed behind him, wrapped in newly conjured robes of silver and spring-green, divine magic restoring her dignity. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression shy yet resolute, eyes lowered as she gathered herself. Hands pressed shyly to her breast.
But from her walking, it showed that inside the house, her flower is plucked by Sharky. Her land is ploughed by Sharky.
Artemis watched from a distance, gripping her bow so tightly that the wood creaked. Her jaw clenched, emotions she had never known stirring uncomfortably in her chest.
"…That's the second goddess today," she muttered, half in disbelief, half in frustration.
But she couldn't look away.
Sharky's incredible power… his unshakable dominance… and now calming the Underworld with a single act…
