A short breather

Deciding not to ask any questions Bethel did as she was instructed and repeated after her. At first, she thought it would have been extremely hard for her to be able to repeat the exact words, but surprisingly to her, she was able to say those same words without any difficulty. It was almost like an old spell she had long forgotten. And maybe it was.

Immediately she uttered the spell, a bright light emitted from her. Her eyes looked like a blazing fiery furnace. Her hair shunned brightly as it floated in the air. A tattoo-like mark appeared at the middle of her forehead, its appearance was similar to that of a blazing sun. Bethel felt about a hundred times stronger than she was some seconds ago.

Wrath and Sloth stared in amazement at the fire goddess. At that very moment, she looked in every way like the ancient powerful goddess that she was rumored to have been.

Curious Bethel asked, “What was that spell?”