"That little loli," Emberly muttered under her breath, the only one in the realm bold enough to refer to the Phantom Goddess with such irreverence. Few would dare to speak that way about a being of such power, but Emberly had always had a special relationship with those who transcended the mortal realm.
Her audacity was part of her charm, a characteristic that both endeared and intimidated those around her.
Another thing was, Song knew the special relationship between Emberly and the Goddess, a sense of fondness between them.
The Goddess to be said to be bit favorist when it came to Emberly, a special treatment only Emberly and Mira enjoyed.
As they approached the Obsidian ancestral mansion, the towering iron gates swung open with a groaning creak, revealing the estate beyond. While the outer walls were built of stone and moss, giving the mansion an ancient, almost primeval feel, the interiors were equipped with all the modern luxuries money and magic could buy.
