Just as he was thinking this, a glimmer of light suddenly began to flow through the statue's eyes, which had never been closed.
Then a hazy aura arose, and a thin pink mist gradually rose from the altar beneath the statue's feet.
Dark's eyes shifted, and utterly unaffected, he stepped into the Temple.
Walking through that pink mist felt like returning home. Not only did he feel no discomfort, but he even experienced the ease of a fish in water.
If he had not been worried that his "Bliss" would rise because of it, Dark even felt that he could lie down right there and enjoy a mist sauna.
Before long, Dark had treaded through the mist and arrived before the statue.
He raised his head again to look at the face of the Goddess of the Moon statue.
Though its expression had not changed in the slightest, for some reason, it gave the illusion of looking embarrassed. Even the glimmer flowing through its eyes seemed to have become sluggish.
After thinking for a moment, Dark softly spoke two words to the statue. "Moon God?"
She was born from the moon and descended upon the earth.
She was both the Moon God and the Earth Mother Goddess.
She presided over the propagation of all things, never begrudging the earth her blessings.
She was the most beautiful goddess, the ruler of the night.
Her beauty was eternal.
She was sacred and noble, governing abundance, fertility, and love.
Among the old gods who had once ruled over all realms, the Moon God had been one of a kind.
But what was hidden within the Moon God statue now was no more than an incomparably fragmented remnant soul.
Dark neither revered her excessively nor looked down on her excessively. He merely