Elenaria, known for her temperance, wasn't a goddess easily shaken by anything. An army of dead souls, she carried on her dress and through them and from the many living faithful of hers, she had grown proud, self-reliant, and exceedingly confident. However, even mountains are moved to the will of mortals, and today, upon waking up from a brief slumber, Elenaria knew anxiety like no other.
"Wh-what? What's happening?" Sitting on her throne, she looked through a looking mirror. But to her bewilderment, something was pushing out her command to survey her land–so much so that the dark fog oozing out of the glass was reaching her even in her heavenly domain, away from the reach of mortals. "Cassiopeia! Come here NOW!"
Like a puff of powder blown in the air, the pink-winged fairy appeared in front of her goddess out of nowhere. Visibly confused, her head tilted to the side. In just a matter of a few seconds, her expression was consumed by her angst.
