Opalius the head Herah, surpreme in her black armor, winged boots and helmet, stood firm at the door, and holding a brilliant smirk on her face that conveyed a sinister vibe that Sky did not pick up in the afterworld from her. The Sleepers, ready to leave and uninterested in getting further entangled in this mess, now too saw Opalius for the sinister being she was— just by her powerful presence alone.
"I Opalius have returned to the very world in which I was borne of the gods." Opalius stated.
Opalius started to step forward into the fane, many of the Light well wishers had steered clear, watching the supreme Herah enter and step out of the glimmering light from the sun high above them. Now as Opalius entered the dark of the fane, her shiny armor remained, but her dark gray— almost black hair, increased in length down her back and turned bright silver. Her footsteps gradually made noise once again, she was no longer floating over the floor so closely.
But Ixora, who studied