"Wait, wait, before you do anything let me know what you intend to say." The Blind Old Daoist quickly stopped Damon, who was already standing on the surface of the water.
Ripples spread beneath Damon's boots as he stepped back slightly. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged carelessly.
"The usual stuff."
He glanced toward the Blind Old Daoist, then spoke in a slow, somber voice that echoed softly across the silent chamber.
"Hail Minerva, Goddess of Doom.
Lady of the Inevitable.
Mistress of Final Judgment.
She Who Weighs the Scales.
Bearer of the Black Thread.
The One Who Watches from the End.
Mother of Dread and Silence.
Hail the Queen of Shattered Realms.
She Who Writes the Last Law.
Matron of War Unending.
Lady of Death.
The Fate Unyielding.
The Hand Behind the Curtain of Destiny.
Hail the Goddess of the Abyss.
Hail Goddess of Doom."
When Damon finally stopped speaking, the Blind Old Daoist nodded slowly several times.
