Ivana was the one who had swung her hand at the back of Laz's head, somewhat unhappy with his comment, but afterwards she had to cradle her hand as his head felt like it was made of iron.
"Ouch," she said, moving around her fingers in an attempt to alleviate the pain.
"What? I'm just stating the facts," Laz said, indifferent to both the strike and her pain as he had felt the pressure, but it didn't hurt.
"He's right. This body is the representation of what level my body has reached. It seems that even as a god, I was simply a child. Perhaps this is something that very few of her seeds have ever accomplished..." Maia said, her thoughts trailing off.
