"Quis veran, Celestra-vae, mol naep keth yu vordain"
[Translation: Please forgive me Goddess, I'd never dare to disobey you]
A woman with long dark hair knelt on the ground, her face pressed against the earth in desperate submission. She wore a simple white sleeveless dress with a straight-cut top and pleated mid-calf length skirt, paired with brown leather ankle-strap sandals. Her entire body trembled as she begged for mercy.
"Yu kethran mol vordek, sae noru yu velm thar grimvek. Yu lorvain quis vetha mor lonest keth yu seran mor dethak nael dethak noru kai velmor…"
[Translation: You disobeyed my orders, and now you will suffer the consequences. You'll live a life so long that you shall beg for death but death won't come…]
The voice that responded was cold and merciless. The kneeling woman slowly raised her head, revealing herself to be Ophix—though from a much different time than now. Terror filled her eyes as if witnessing her own doom unfold.
