A crackling tension rose between the two, as the embodiments of creation reached a disagreement for the first time. Gaia rose from her cloud-seat and hovered a few steps from the ground, meeting Arthur's eye level.
"You gave me this power, but at that time, you were more merciful toward your creations," said Gaia without backing down. "If the Isotox is sacrificed just for your selfishness, then how would the departing souls greet you in the kingdom of wrath?"
"Selfishness?" muttered Arthur with a low voice, his expression crumbling. "After everything that I lost and did for this world, you dare call me selfish?"
Gaia did not answer him, but her eyes did not waver or seem regretful. Her stance was unwavering regarding this subject, making a crackling lightning appear around Arthur. A black color dyed the white room beneath Arthur as his wrath boiled.
