Too many sages, priests, and so-called holy men. Far too many.

Whatever this demon had done to her required answers. Real answers. Not some made up garbage used to sell common folk a blessing or totem. She wasn’t interested in a guru peddling a purpose for someone’s child who was a do-nothing nor did she want a magic herb to cure a fool’s unrequited love. Reina simply craved an understanding. An insight to her curse.

Clearly a diagnosis was not something she could procure from the minds of mortals. So why not try a goddess?

Reina had thus far spent one full day in Radasanth. Watching the crowd wax until the wee hours of the morning and then wane as they nursed hangovers and injuries from over eager dancing. It was a comforting sight, managing to distract her from her plight. If only for a few hours.

Now that the young woman had gotten the lay of the land from her first day here she was hoping that this ‘Luna’ would make an appearance. The celebration seemed to be approaching a climax and the rose-haired woman was beginning to lose hope that a goddess was ever going to show up.

As she chewed on an over cooked chunk of meat served on a stick the ground itself seemed to rumble. The roar of an explosion assaulted her ear drums. Down the streets she saw confusion on the faces of street vendors. She blinked and their confusion had been replaced by panic.

Had the celestial goddess arrived?

Screams, stampeding festival goers, and another building exploding answered her question with a resounding ‘no.’

Gripping her katana in one hand, still clutching her simmering snack in the other, Reina took a deep breath and ignored the sweat beginning to form on her brow. She still needed answers and whoever was laying siege to Radasanth was going to provide them.