Momoko takes a step back, her eyes searching Zodelia's face for any hint of prevarication.
"… F-Food?"
Momoko continues to step backward, Zodelia inching forward at her front, until she stumbles back and falls to the floor.
"Yes… Food… Naive mortals like yourself are… Summoned by Celestians… Fed and nurtured like stock... Soon to be ingested by their creator."
"What are you… What are you talking about? Celestians? Food?"
Zodelia reels her body up so the redness of her underbelly is shown while she looks down at Momoko. "You mortals are lied to… Deceived… Into thinking your heroes… Champions… When really you're just as insignificant as the people you supposedly save…"
Momoko's eyes widen with her hands digging into the soft blackened earth beneath her.