Gray sat motionless on the flawless white floor, his legs crossed, and his eyes were calmly fixed on the goddess above him.
Isis regarded him with the same indifferent golden stare, one elegant brow arching at his question.
"What a goddess does when no one is watching?" She let out a small laugh that echoed through the endless white void like breaking glass.
"Foolish mortal. A goddess is never truly unwatched. Even in solitude, I am the center of all things. I simply… exist. Perfectly. Eternally. There is nothing else to do."
She leaned back on her throne, silver-white hair cascading like liquid starlight, the faint smile on her lips laced with mockery.
"But since you insist on playing this little game, I shall indulge you. For now."
Gray's expression never changed.
Outwardly, he remained the picture of calm respect. Inwardly, however, his mind was already processing a plan.
'This is going to be the longest and most delicate conquest yet,' he thought with a deep sigh.
