Just then somewhere far away a woman closed her eyes that had constantly changed color. The familiar ethereal beauty whispered something. But whatever it was could be heard. Her expression was solemn yet peaceful.
"Your Gloriousness" a beautiful, blonde haired beauty said to the Ethereal Women. "When will Mana return home, soon" The women said worriedly
"…..." The Ethereal women did not say anything her eyes still have no settled on a color.
"Your Gloriousness" Clare began to say. "Your daughter may be too young for this"
"Age is meaningless, Clare…. A god will die when their 'will' ends. Like my predecessor I will pass it on" The ethereal women said as she looked off into the distance of the forever dawning sky.