One month later...
Time inside the Dream World moved strangely, yet Gray had kept careful count.
Thirty-two days had passed since he first stepped through the Kamidere door.
Thirty-two days of sitting in the endless white void, speaking with a goddess who still believed herself above all things.
On the surface, it looked as though almost nothing had changed.
Isis still lounged upon her pristine throne with the same effortless poise, silver-white hair cascading like starlight, golden eyes carrying that same indifferent superiority.
She still spoke with the casual arrogance of someone who had never once needed to question her own perfection.
She still called him "mortal" more often than "Gray." And she still reminded him, every few conversations, that she was divine and he was not.
Yet beneath that unchanging mask, the distance between them had quietly, almost imperceptibly, shrunk.
In the first week, Gray had kept his strategy simple and patient.
