"Who are you?"
The question echoed in the vast temple, bouncing off pillars that seem to have stood since the dawn of time.
She blinked, her massive eyelashes literally creating a draft. "How curious… say it again?"
Sol cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting up at the hundred-foot-tall beauty. "You're so big! You're glowing! You have magic fingers! But who are you, beauty? Are you a Titaness? A stone spirit? Or are you some grandpa in a ring like character?"
She stared at him. For a moment, she looked genuinely baffled. Most mortals would be prostrate on the floor, weeping with gratitude, offering their firstborns. This one was daring to ask for her identity, even after she had just pulled him back from the brink of death.
Then, she laughed.
It was a sound like wind chimes in a storm… beautiful, kinda dangerous, and most importantly absolutely overwhelming.
