Chapter 23

Leandro’s words echoed in my mind as we made our way to Gosto’s office, each syllable more ludicrous than the last. The legend he spoke of sounded like something out of a fantasy tale, passed down from generation to generation, warped by time and imagination. A deity like that couldn’t possibly have existed… and yet, my thoughts spun with a thousand impossible what-ifs.
But the most pressing issue wasn’t the myth itself. It was what Leandro had said about my supposed godlike abilities, powers I didn’t understand, let alone control. What kind of goddess couldn’t even wield her own magic?
“Are you all right?” Leandro asked as his hand reached for the doorknob.