"Please, my goddess. The one I worship with everything I have. Please, how much I yearn for your touch." Clorinde whispered.

Her hand resting on her heart. She kneeled in front of the throne in the shrine.

The shrine was dedicated to the Goddess of Beauty, you. The knight, your only follower.

Clorinde felt as if your godlike presence guided her and watched over her, protecting her.

She felt safe whenever in this shrine, the only one left in existence. Clorinde stared at the throne in there.