"You asked me what I want, child. All I want is to release that man and myself from the hands of Rod, and you are the key that unlocked the catastrophe that would grant us that freedom."
Alinea's mind reeled. She didn't know what to think anymore. She had so many questions, but she didn't feel like she wanted to know the answer. If she asked, it would be as if she was questioning her very own existence.
Was she nothing but a chest piece of the gods in the end?
Her hands balled into fists on her lap. She still looked defiantly at Czernobog, although her will to extinguish the Black God's life was no longer there. Her boldness was more on her unwillingness to be reduced to a mere pawn.
But reality glared at her vividly. If not, why was she unable to touch him at all? She had stabbed him with her sword and yet, he remained unscathed. There was no other explanation other than the truth that this man was telling her.
