Creator of Chaos

"Are you sure?" Sol asked Ikaris.

"Yes, please, if she acts inappropriately I will take full responsibility," Ikaris answered, unlike the superior and carefree attitude he had seen her take on for the last two months, and even before then; Sol witnessed her being extremely humble, and not just because he was humbling her. "I am also curious about this goddess,"

"Very well then," Sol looked at Renia and unhooked her hands from himself. "If Ikaris has taken an interest in you then I suppose it's fine, but don't touch or talk to anyone without my permission." Sol warned her and began walking. "Let's go, goddess,"

"Yes," She quickly kept pace as her entire form solidified into the physical.

She did not like his tone, but she was too invested and too far in it to simply back out, she wanted to see what came next just as much as anyone else.

[The goddess of war is appalled at your sudden submission to the Tarnished, but admits it is interesting]