Her name was Alora Loux, daughter of the great Loux warrior family, and now she was one of the maids in the Private Quarter. Right now, she was calmly sweeping the floor inside the Church of Stars, walking as the countless nuns of Amaterasu sat and prayed with Arad's black hole resting on its pedestal, quietly humming.
She could feel it in her bones, the spark of power, the shards of gold, the radiant darkness of the one they once called their Emperor. She wasn't that powerful, just a well-trained fighter who had fought in a war before. But she could tell just by standing nearby that the thing inside the black hole wasn't a mortal anymore.
Yesterday, Baal and Ophan had separated Arad's stomach into three realms, and the maids were slowly realizing that they weren't working for just a really powerful dragon, or even a lucky one that married countless divines. But something even greater, something that was now holding an entire universe with its realms inside him.
