Grace's wings flapped hard as she approached the temple entrance.
Her body ached in places she hadn't known existed before Diana's light-dick marathon. Her thighs burned, her back was sore, and the place between her legs felt like it had been through a divine war.
[Walking would've been a mistake. Flying hurts less. My poor kitty needs a spa day. And therapy. And possibly an ice pack the size of... well, me.]
She landed awkwardly on the wet stone, wincing as her thighs protested. The temple entrance gaped like a hungry maw, dark and wet. Water trickled down the walls, more than before. The tide was rising.
"Meridian?" Grace called, summoning her Blade of Dawn for light. "Uh, are you in here?"
No answer. Just the echo of water dripping from stone.
[Of course she wouldn't answer. That would be convenient. And nothing about this mission has been convenient. Not the water zombies, not the horny goddess, and definitely not Meridian's academic death wish.]
