As she stepped through the portal, she could feel the pain in her chest growing, as if her magic was starting to tear her soul apart. Luna grunted, placing a hand on her chest. It wasn't as easy as she had thought to teleport while holding the curse open.
"We don't have much time left." The Shagird said, glancing at the starlit sky above the shaded balcony.
It looked concerned as it placed a tiny hand on her arm. The goddess turned toward the little creature, panting. A trickle of sweat slid down her neck.
The heavenly being patted her arm in sympathy, continuing, "But you should probably take it by foot now."
Luna nodded in agreement, glancing around the empty corridor they had stepped into. She could hear the music coming from the distant ballroom. The celebrations still seemed to be going on in the palace. But from the looks of the guards guarding the throne room a few feet away from her, it seemed that the king had already retired to the place as he had promised.
