When one was under another's roof, how could one refuse to bow one's head?
Gristhia was considered one of the strongest figures in the Shadowlands, and the Kyrian under her command were formidable as well.
But now that she had left the Shadowlands, she naturally had to assess the situation and soften her tone.
"It's fine. Since you're my sister's friend, just stay here with her. But the Death Power in this sword hilt is limited, so everyone should use it sparingly." Elune gave her some face and generously said she did not mind. But this was not the Shadowlands after all. Their Death Power relied entirely on Frostmourne's reserves and could not be wasted freely.
"Yes, I'll minimize consumption and put most of my subordinates into dormancy." Naturally, Gristhia understood how precious Death Power was.
"Sister, settle your divine kingdom here. I won't disturb you any longer. Contact me if you need anything." Elune prepared to leave. The Death Power here made her uncomfortable as well.
"Alright, little sister. Thank you again for coming to our aid." The Winter Queen and Gristhia bowed together.
Goddess Elune returned the bow, then vanished.
For the following period, the two goddesses were not particularly busy. They had plenty of time to learn about this world from Bwonsamdi.
Old Bwonsamdi looked at the two beautiful goddesses, whose strength far surpassed his own. He was both intimidated and proud as he introduced Azeroth's circumstances to them.
Outside Bastion.
"Little birds, so you were hiding here!" A massive voice battered the ears of every Kyrian. They flapped their black wings and flew about in panic. Yet no matter where they fled, that voice followed like a shadow.
"It's demons!" Uther, who had been sitting on the ground with nothing to do, rose to his feet.