I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Synnaria's Domain

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Chapter 50: Synnaria's Domain Elanore started to share her memory with Naela while looking down at Synnaria's religious doctrine, a piece of loot she'd gotten from one of those cultists attacking the capital. Though, as soon as she was getting to the part where she'd left for the store, Ella felt a tug on her body. It was like an invitation. She had no idea what it meant, but she didn't deny it. A white magic circle purred to life beneath her, and she teleported. Luckily for her, Naela followed, and the two arrived in an unfamiliar place. The place that they arrived at couldn't be described with any words Elanore could conjure up, except for awe inspiring. They were on top of a floating island made of greenery inside of a pale void. There were other floating islands around them, arranged with no particular gravitational awareness. One island adjacent to theirs floated upside down, and another floated sideways. Out of all of the floating pieces of land in their vicinity, the one they stood on was the largest, and it had a grand white temple in the middle. "Mistress, what happened? Where did we..." A ethereal woman's voice echoed inside of the void as if she surrounded them on all sides. "Welcome to my domain." It was as if those words were a prompt for the voice Elanore had often heard. A chime played in her mind, and there it was. [Welcome to Synarria's Domain! You have entered the realm of the White Mammoth!] Another piece of magic tugged on Elanore's body, and she was certain that if she wanted to, she could sever it. However, she allowed herself to be pulled somewhere else, along with her wyvern. The world shifted once more, and she found herself inside of a large living room, the source of the voice presenting herself. Synnaria wasn't at all what Elanore expected. The first thing the witchpire noticed was the goddess's striking long white hair. She was adorned with robes of the same color, and her skin was pale beyond belief. The goddess was much taller than Elanore and Naela combined, appearing more as a giant while sitting in a huge reclining chair near a fire. She opened her eyes, and the only thing Ella saw was white. It was as colorless as the abyss outside, yet the insides of the room were the opposite. The most interesting thing wasn't even the contrast in furniture colors. No, it was the mammoth spirits floating around. They were tiny but colorful, and a much larger one rested on Synnaria's lap. Elanore's eyes started glowing, but the goddess's hand stayed her. "Please, do not inspect me. I find the feeling unpleasant. If you must know, you are much stronger than I am, and it's not even close." Elanore's eyes widened at the seven large fingers of the goddess, each of them amounting to the size of the vampire witch's legs. Surprisingly, the rest of the furniture in the room was normal sized, and the goddess gestured towards a tiger-colored couch. Naela looked towards Elanore, and the witchpire could only nod. "This isn't even that abnormal considering everything that's happened since I arrived in this world." A slight smile painted on Synnaria's face. She looked down at the pair with a sense of friendliness, even though they sat so close to each other. It defied Elanore's expectations. In fact, the goddess herself defied them. The witchpire had expected someone more human looking and not a pale giantess with seven fingers. Once the two were sitting, Synnaria crossed her legs and placed her hands together, interlocking her fingers. The small mammoth on the woman's lap didn't seem that small anymore. Elanore estimated that it must have weighed much more than herself. "I have had my eye on you since you entered my country, but you have defied expectations." "I defied expectations?" Elanore asked, a look of surprise flashing over her face. "Did you know that I would come here?" Synnaria shook her head for a second, but then she nodded and pointed with two fingers to a painting hanging above her grand fireplace. It was t