Thread:CorvusTheRed/@comment-35266334-20190726215137/@comment-35266334-20190727042203

(Yeah.)

The ballroom is filled with fake smiles. The air of cheerfulness the attendees exude is juxtaposed by an undercurrent of anticiation and impatience. The guard who introduced the two deities sighs deeply as they enter the mansion.

Sheep is awkwardly standing on the outskirts of the room flanked by two burly men. It's vehemently obvious that the demigod is offput entirely by the situation. His eyes flick around the room anxiously until he spots Galaxian, who he recognizes. Moryl shoots him a desperate glance from across the room.