This time he ate his fill at once, even to the point of being stuffed.
In the central area of the Amazonian tribe is a square, and right in front of it stands a statue of a goddess. Her attire is no different from that of the Amazonian Warriors, with her high ponytail, long golden hair, eyes as dazzling as gems, clad in armor, holding a spear, and looking fiercely ahead.
Queen Oreitia.
This is her own statue. Ever since the sacrifices no longer received a response from the Divine Spirit, she has tried everything. Besides offering the indigenous divine-like power of the Storm Islands, she also erected a statue of herself to gather a trace of divinity.
In the distance came the chanting of the Priests.
"Her hair and skin shine with the sunlight's glow..."
"Her eyes blend the colors of gems and night, deep and bright."
"Her body is like the Pegasus soaring on Olympus..."
"She runs like the wind, rests like a tranquil lioness."
