The kingdom that was once filled with laughter from the families and a warm buzz from merchants plying their trade turned into an unnatural hush, as if the world had paused to hold its breath as the True God had come. Astra, in the embodiment of unmatched power, strode through the kingdom as if it were her throne room. Her presence, radiant and overwhelming, turned those who dared raise a glimpse in her direction to shivering. Her eyes, deep and dark, shone with an authority that could erase existence at its whim.
The people stood frozen, their voices swallowed by the suffocating aura that radiated from her. Astra moved with an ease that spoke volumes of her power, and her long hair seemed to flow like ink in water. But when her gaze finally fell upon one of Umbra's wives-a figure whose courage had never wavered-the silence turned icy.
"Why do you walk around without clothes? Show some respect," the woman returned with a quivering voice.