"Sister, I bought you a gift," Loki said, a mischievous grin on his face as he fiddled with his spatial ring.
He was trying to find something from the mountains of loot he had collected over the years from all around the Realm of Advancement.
Nova, currently in her elegant humanoid form, sat across from him at a dining table filled with all kinds of delicious food.
The food was a result of Thea's magic, a service any demigod could buy with their merits.
Nova looked just like the dragon-born race, a beautiful, powerful figure. Loki, now back in his original form, sighed and looked at her.
"Just tell me the truth," Nova said, her voice soft but firm.
Loki sighed again, a true sigh this time.
He then explained the truth about his master plan of escaping, a plan that had sent him on a wild goose chase.
Nova listened patiently, her expression unreadable.
When he finished, she let out a sigh of relief.
