At two in the morning, more than a dozen figures in black robes raced through the streets. Their gazes were icy; even a momentary glance from them made people feel cold all over. They were Shadow Servants, responsible for protecting the Goddess.
Under the protection of more than a dozen Shadow Servants, the Goddess floated at low altitude in a white robe, her feet about half a meter above the ground. This was bestowed by ancient god energy. Golden embroidery adorned the collar and cuffs of her clothes, making her look even more noble and inviolable.
"Which unlucky fool has been corrupted, gathering so much ancient god power?"
The Goddess stopped floating. After sensing it again, she pointed in a direction.
Before long, the group arrived at the edge of the main sewer channel. Once there, the Goddess descended to the ground and furrowed her delicate brows. When she saw the foul-smelling sewage below, her eyes filled with disdain and disgust.
"Lady Goddess, please."
A Shadow Servant made an inviting gesture, which greatly surprised the Goddess.
"You want me to go into the sewers?"
"As you can see."
The leading Shadow Servant lowered his head slightly. He had seen the Goddess's arrogance far too many times.
"Forget it this time. If ancient god power gathers again, I'll notify you. Let's go back."
The Goddess glanced at the sewage below again. Absorbing ancient god power did indeed feel exhilarating, but that exhilaration was not enough to make her enter a sewer crawling with rats and filled with stench.
"Lady Goddess, this is your duty..."
Smack.
A fair hand slapped the Shadow Servant across the face. He turned his head slightly as the Goddess moved the fingers that had begun to ache.
"If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will