#Chapter38

The calm wind was now starting to rise again. But this time more subtle. The air around Althea, moved as if playing with her hair. Althea slowly closed her midnight black eyes. Her long black hair that was starting to be more visible as the first ray of the dawn shined upon it, turning silver. She was slowly lifted off the ground as a globe of light surrounded her. Everyone was on the knees now, feeling the presence of their goddess' true self. As the light faded, her now paper white skin glowed softly. With no sign of blood or the torn and tortured flesh, she was now dressed...