Ada and Nissa exchanged glances as Srivaya continued to draw closer to them. Ada wondered how the goddess could afford to move when almost her entire body is wrapped with roots shooting from the ground. Though it was fashioned into a long gown, only her chest, shoulders, and arms were free from the designed branches and twigs. Her long, wavy hair was emerald, like the shade of her eyes. Her face is perfectly carved. If she weren’t in a confusing situation, she would drool over the goddess’ beauty.
She quickly returned to her senses and gave Nissa an icy glare. “What now?” The latter just shrugged her shoulders as a response.
Where did this woman’s boldness go?
“You people are more crippling than the beasts you had hunted.” Sr’ivaya looked gentle and mild as she
