<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: zapfino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Isle of Azalea</span></span><br/><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Isle2.png)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/016/163/685/large/taejune-kim-february-idol-pick-rule-gtz-1750.jpg?1551146787)(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/012/025/712/large/taejune-kim-cap-taejunekim.jpg?1532626228) </div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Isle of Azalea was full of Goddesses as usual; many of them relaxing on the beach or sipping on drinks under shade. It was the perfect getaway after a long day of paperwork or solving problems in the lesser realms. This was just one plane of Sanctuary's many worlds, but it was sure popular. Balthus would wake up on the warm sands, with the salty ocean lapping at his feet and the warm winds caressing his face. A tall blonde, silhouette by the sun, towered over him. She kicked some sand in his face, trying to wake the creature up.<br/><br/>'Wake up, Orc.'<br/><br/>Iris poked him with her toe, then took a few steps back - as if trying to see if he was actually awake.<br/><br/>'We've been expecting you.' <br/><br/></span>