Contrary to his expectations, Nathalia was the first one to get up. "This was worth my while," she decided and lightly tapped the nearby wall. Rock liquified and parted, soon letting volcanic light flood in.
The intensity surprised John – as far as his mental layout of the battlefield had gone, the cave had been near the centre of the structure. A map that was entirely useless, when in the domain of a goddess, he quickly realized. The island had already become undone and what little of it remained was drifting back to the shore.
"Did you move the island while I was trying to fuck your brains out?" John asked while getting up.
Nathalia raised an eyebrow, as if that question did not even deserve to be uttered. "You believe above average fulfilment will make me unaware of the ongoings in my own Sanctum?" That answered that well enough.
Rather than risk upsetting Nathalia with more of his words, he turned his attention to the windows that had popped up.
