Raven had fought monsters with faces made of teeth and demons that screamed in broken languages.
He had trained under a dying madman, dodged assassination attempts, and survived Siris's hugs.
He had even talked back to a squirrel wearing a general's helmet once.
But none of that had prepared him for this.
He was sitting across from a goddess.
Not just any goddess, but someone who had been pretending to be Grandpa_Hot_Pot.
The Grandpa_Hot_Pot.
The cosmic meme, the fashion nightmare, the divine entity who once offered him a legendary item called the "Sock of Limitless Laundry" and claimed it was made from phoenix fur.
The same entity that had killed another major god because they damaged his sanctuary.
Now she was sitting before him, legs crossed elegantly, her divine aura restrained but still shimmering around her like a veil of starless night.
She was beautiful.
But not in the conventional "I'm a perfect sculpture of godhood" kind of way.
