That lazy yet majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth. Hidden in the shadows, Modir could sense from it a power beyond mortal imagination, as well as a... heavy aura revealed by the passage of ancient time. Yet the owner of that voice seemed far more peaceful and friendly than Modir had imagined. At the very least... she was willing to chat casually with someone suspected of being "another Modir" about matters of adventure.
This friendliness gradually gave Modir a little more courage. He recalled what the Dragon Clan Leader had told him and considered the possible identity of that "Lady"... a deity who had lost contact with the present world in ancient times, a "true god." Was she friendly? Perhaps she would not attack an intruder like him who had stumbled in by accident. Perhaps she had known of his existence all along. Was the voice speaking with her really another version of himself? Or perhaps... this had something to do with his lost memories?
All sorts of thoughts spun through the Great Adventurer's mind. He had spent his life pursuing the unknown, and now the greatest "unknown" he had ever encountered lay right before him. The unbearable itch of curiosity made him increasingly restless. Finally, when the conversation beside the throne sounded again, he made up his mind and began carefully moving toward the throne, using the surrounding buildings as cover.
He did not forget to layer himself with protective spells and Aura Concealment spells. He did not forget to remain hidden in the shadows, avoiding possible scrutiny descending from the sky. He did not forget to restrain his aura, making himself lose all "presence" like dust by the roadside. Yet he also knew that if the being on the other side truly was a deity, then all