"Hmm? Is there something?"
A clear voice echoed in the round hall, as a graceful and beautiful figure slowly appeared on the Seat of Sakoxiel.
She wore a long black gauze dress with a skirt embedded with sapphires resembling stars in the galaxy. Her long black hair moved on its own in the absence of wind, and her face was hidden behind a black veil, revealing only eyes like deep purple whirlpools.
The Undead Tribe at the door couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow~"
"Cool~"
"Damn! This is a goddess!"
A chorus of praise resounded continuously.
Even the seasoned Goddess of the Night couldn't help but smile at such heartfelt admiration... She had no choice, usually, all she received were screams of terror, no matter how beautiful she was.
Even during those rare times she appeared as the Night Dancer, the initial reaction from the Toril people was to flee.
Those who couldn't run, might be frightened to death on the spot.
