Within the dark temple, thick darkness seemed almost tangible, surging like a tide and submerging everything within it. Meanwhile, the Reckless Goddess threw back her head and cried out without the slightest regard for her image.
"Father! Brothers! Sisters! Save me! If you don't save me now, I'm going to catch the plague! You don't want to see me turn into a raving lunatic after I come home, do you?!"
Her voice became tangible sound waves that spread outward from her. The temple's dome trembled beneath her cry, and the Silent Mist Nightmares clinging to the stone pillars were blasted apart.
There had to be something special about a god's body, especially their vocal cords. The Reckless Goddess's full-throated scream even pierced through the temple, smashing apart the dense storm clouds she had created and shooting straight into the sky.
The shattered clouds scattered like tufts of cotton blown apart by a gale.
The moon reappeared.
And certain beings' vision became clear once more.
"That works too?"
It was not only Riddle, who was being held aloft, who found this unexpected. Even the Young Wizard's worldview had been shattered by the Reckless Goddess's maneuver. This was nothing like the adventure of traveling alongside a god that he had imagined.
Why was she panicking and calling for backup... And even if she was calling for help, shouldn't she say something more cultured, like, "Father! Hear my call and save me from this endless darkness!"
Just yelling for someone to save her life—what kind of goddess was that? Ian felt that he understood his contract partner a little better now. No wonder the Reckless Goddess could hang around with Dementors after she died.
Rumble!!!
A huge commotion erupted outside the temple. It could only be said that when you were out in