"Lethe's Veil."
The Goddess Liora's ancient, galaxy-filled eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a flicker of cosmic surprise crossing her perfect features.
Then, they went unfocused, a soft, hazy veil drawing over them like a curtain falling.
The light in the endless space around them seemed to stutter, to fold in on itself for a moment that was both an eternity and an instant. Time itself seemed to hiccup.
When her eyes opened again, the surprise was gone. Completely erased.
It was replaced by the same gentle, kind pity she had held before. The timeline had been cut, the last ten minutes of her divine life erased and seamlessly stitched back together like a perfectly healed wound.
"That is your wish?" she asked, her voice the same melodic bell toll, completely unaware that she was repeating herself word for word. "A simple, low-level mental manipulation skill? It is... a trifle. A piece of trash, compared to what I could grant you."
