Call the Demon Lord

Mira opened her eyes, staring at A large blank wall. The veils weaved with the gentle breeze, smelling of old wheat and grapes. Under a faint white light, she could hear a voice calling.

[Mira, the ship you're blocking holds the ash crow. You shall not stop it]

Mira could feel it, Chauntea's divine magic boiling behind the veil. Being this closer made her bones tickle. She didn't know what could happen if she gazed directly at the goddess.

"Lady Chauntea, I heard your words. I am glad to have heard your voice." Mira bowed. A smile crossed her face.

[You do not know the beings around you. If you were to know, you will wish to die without knowing. Show hospitality, and I will grant you a second audience far better than this one.]

BAM! Mira found herself back on the ship, falling on her knees shaking. Her body started sweating buckets. "That," she panted, "I heard her voice, I spoke to her."

For a mortal, being in the presence of a god is enough to crush their souls.