Darkness filled the room as a person on their knees with their hands in the prayer position used their power to speak to their god.
It was quiet, not a single sound could be heard. It was as if the outside world had been completely cut off. But this was good; it was better for concentration and meditation.
After having no choice but to let Zion go, Circe went to help her people and save those who could be saved. She tended to the wounded, helped rebuild some places, and nurtured her husband back to full health.
Once all of that was done, she went to the shrine of Bahamut and prayed to him, awaiting an answer.
Finally, she felt it. An overwhelming power flooded her body. It wasn't harmful, nor did she feel uneasy. She was used to this, she loved this, and she knew it was the sign of her god listening to her prayers.
"Circe." A deep, booming voice called out.
"My Lord." She bowed with her whole body, showing the utmost respect to him.
