Hearing Gaya, Fayeth frowned. The idea of killing Agra's followers… it felt wrong. She was an Angel of Healing, after all. Her purpose was to save lives, not take them.
But she wasn't naive. She'd seen the darkness that had consumed the Verdant Sanctuary, the suffering Agra had inflicted on her people, on the beasts, on the very land itself. She knew, deep down, that Agra's death was necessary. A sacrifice that had to be made to restore balance, to heal the wounds he'd inflicted.
You had to cauterize the wound, before you could start healing. And who better to wield the cauterizing iron than the God of Darkness? He had, after all, a proven track record when it came to god-killing.
Gaya, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with excitement. She'd been itching for a fight, a chance to kick some ass and this plan… this was perfect.
