(Bonus Chapter Thanks to Timothy_Kent_5336 & Froish_Frosephi)
He ripped it past her waist, past her hips, shredding the skirt all the way to the floor. The fabric dissolved into motes of light as it left her skin, vanishing into the void.
Silence descended on the whole dimension.
Isylia sat there, stark naked on the black obsidian throne.
Sol took a step back, the breath leaving his lungs in a rush. His hands fell to his sides as he simply stared.
He had expected beauty. He had expected perfection. But he wasn't prepared for the sheer impact of seeing a Primordial Goddess unveiled.
She was glorious. She was magnificent. She was absolutely divine.
Her proportions were truly a masterpiece of divine geometry.
