Chapter 93

She stopped moving, her heart like a war drum rhythmically beating between her ears. She could feel her raging pulse all over her divine body and her eyes widened. The windows, she thought and approached one of them. The fragile glass. She placed her palm on it, it was cold. She looked down, gulping. She couldn't fly. Solaris could do that. Nychta would definitely get hurt if she jumped. She was high able to see the ground only as specs of color with zero details. The goddess wouldn't die, she was immortal but she could feel pain and her wounds would definitely slow her down. She took in a deep breath and walked back, a few steps, three or four before she suddenly rushed towards the window closing her eyes. 

"Fuck it." She mumbled to herself, preparing for the collision.