“Ayura. Ayura,” the god’s voice called out.
As she gazed at the waves lapping up against the reef, Ayura focused her attention on his voice. It felt as if it was reverberating from the depths of the earth—and yet seemed to echo inside her head at the same time.
“Ayura… It’s time for you to enter a sound sleep. That’s a good girl. I’m just going to borrow your body for a little while. So long as you obey, Ishiha won’t be eaten.”
His voice had a soft, sweet ring to it.
Ayura closed her eyes.