Kreha, Goddess of the Netherworld, glanced at the female mage beside her and smiled. "Tell me, is it my majesty, or are you simply that notorious, Ilyst?"
The woman she called Ilyst wore a very simple robe that left her arms bare, looking much like the standard uniform of someone who had just entered a Mage Tower.
Yet even those plain clothes could not conceal her tall, graceful figure or her unmistakable pride. From the moment she appeared, she shone far more brilliantly than Kreha, Goddess of the Netherworld.
She raised her noble, imposing face, revealing elven features that seemed painstakingly sculpted by the Creator. Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she declared without hesitation, "Of course it's me."
The Legendary Mage swept her gaze over the Underworld's legendary figures. "Quite a few familiar faces here. Honestly, when will you break free of the Underworld's shackles and enter the Astral Plane?
"I'm sick of seeing your same old faces every time I visit the Underworld."
Those words certainly invited resentment, but there was nothing they could do. Even legendary beings had their own hierarchy. Those who could only remain in the Underworld, unable to spend long periods in the Astral Plane, really did rank somewhere in the middle or lower tiers.
The truly powerful had long since gone exploring and roaming through the Astral Plane.
That boundless sea of stars was where they belonged.
The legendary beings she mocked could only swallow their anger.
Fortunately, she had not come merely to ridicule them. She looked toward Eden's radiant entrance, her eyes instantly blazing as she stared straight at Kroya, who had appeared there.
"I came to see my friend."
"My dear little mage."
"If any of you dare cause trouble, I'll lock you up and give you a beating."
Naturally,