Subject to trials, the hero's companions were amidst numerous mental battles. The goddess Kleismeth's hold on them was fickle, and though her illusion was proving not as effective as she had expected, there were still quite a few of them trapped in this orchestra staged between times. But Raven, he was freed of this trial. Not by Kleismeth but another goddess who wished to shield him from the future that awaits him.
And now, sitting in an ever-expanding room of bright white, Nerva smiled back at her 'Son'. Sitting across from her was the hero, and the only thing between them was a pure white table and Aurora, who was sitting in Nerva's lap, playing with a cracked ball of shattered crystals. Raven had already tried talking to the girl, but not a word he said would fall on her ears. Devoured by the goddess's will.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, glaring at the profane witch.
Smiling at him, the goddess stroked Aurora's hair while responding.
