The deities, or immortals as some liked to call them, looked after the worlds that summoned them.
Most of them only existed because mortals had prayed for them to be real. It was the devotion of those fragile hearts that brought them to life.
In return, the deities were forever bound to these lands, or worlds — sometimes even to a particular group of people.
Myrthia was no different. She was the goddess of Eldoria Lunerith, a small world brimming with mana and people who adored her.
From that adoration and devotion came little angels who always stayed by her side, carrying out the tasks she gave them.
Unlike others, who dutifully dedicated themselves to their assigned roles, little Xion was… rowdy.
With his tiny wings, he would stubbornly fly up to the cat angel's chambers, peering curiously into the big, watery mirror floating in mid-air.
The water curtain showed the people of Eldoria, and if he stared long enough, sometimes he even caught glimpses of other worlds.
