"More than four thousand years ago, the Sister's Heretical Cult suffered a major blow. Some people abandoned their mission, but only we remain steadfast." The Swearer got up, barefoot, stepping down the stairs,
"Years of friction and struggle have cost both sides dearly. Compared to their vigorous development, I know, sticking to the mission is quite difficult."
"But this time, we won, and it's an unprecedented victory!" The Swearer stopped, standing before her was Kayna.
She reached out and gently hooked Kayna's chin, her delicate cheeks showing a hint of mischief and unease.
The Swearer smiled, extending her tender pink tongue, which kept extending until it lightly brushed Kayna's cheek, then continued downward: "I promise you, you will be the Prophet or the Holy Mother…"
Kayna's heart nearly stopped, various glances were cast her way, both envious and jealous alike.
