<em>Dear human,</em>the sweet voice whispered into his mind,<em>I am but your humble ally, to guide you along your righteous quest. A helping hand should your steps falter. Go forth and punish those 'Goddess' who dare to call themselves righteous.</em><br/><br/>The voice faded and left Damocles alone with his thoughts, at which the world around him seemed to mold and bend into shape. Like living in a waking dream, the fabric of space itself warped to the Paladin's whim, although the strain of his mind would weigh heavily on him - like trying to say the names of every King that ever lived, backwards. After his encounter with Irelia, Damocles would feel himself slightly more powerful. An extra spring in his step, a lightness to his body and more power to his muscles. A divine power that would only grow with his conquests.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(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. Damocles washed up on the sandy beaches, with the sun beating down on his dark skin. In any other place, the hot sun would be an adversary - but here, even the direct sunlight felt warm and comforting. The weather was absolutely perfect, as evident from the flocks of gorgeous Goddesses parading around in bikinis. <br/><br/>'Are you okay?' asked a voice, poking at Damocles with sandy feet.<br/><br/>Her voice was as gentle as the ocean breeze; Iris wore nothing but a thin white bikini and short shorts - her golden blonde hair was tied up in a neat ponytail under her sailor's hat. She was the Goddess of Lost Ships, responsible for guiding them on their way. <br/><br/><em>Wake up, Damocles.</em> </span>