"Ready?"
Anorah, who had been deep in thought, was brought out of it. The voice was thick, familiar. She'd heard it practically every day of her life since she first gained consciousness.
She turned, and saw the High Synod One bowing in front of the training room door. Since before her father's passing, she'd had to rely on his help and protection in a world filled with wolves.
Anorah released a breath.
"Have the preparations been made?"
"Yes, Saint."
She took a moment, glancing about the room. Her training room wasn't much to speak of. Well, this one.
As the world's god, she had far too many training rooms to keep track of. Regardless, she only used this particular one because of its serene atmosphere.
It was temple-like, quiet. The perfect place to think.
The past few days had been a long one. Anorah had been torn between different paths to follow. It was unusual, especially with the involvement of thoughts without emotions. Of Logoth.
"Kaino still hasn't acted?"
