Temple of the Radiant Mother Goddess.
The Cloud Whale guides, casting magnificent rays of light.
Boris, in a white robe embroidered with gold patterns of the Lighthouse, sat atop the Cloud Whale's back with twelve high-ranking followers.
As the clouds broke open, Marta suddenly covered her eyes, crimson blood seeping through her fingers. She tried to look directly at the radiance surrounding the temple, and thus her eyes were burned.
"Cover it with laurel cloth." Boris handed a strip soaked in laurel juice to the trembling girl: "Mortal flesh cannot withstand even a billionth of the Radiant Mother Goddess's brilliance."
"Sect Leader..." Marta trembled as she spoke: "Are we really going? It is the Radiant Mother Goddess."
"Shh..." Boris shook his finger: "Since the Mother Goddess has invited us, we must preach."
In fact, they did not have the power to refuse the invitation. The other party is a First Level God, and every inch of sunlight is her incarnation.
