I don't know what I would've done, said or thought in the state of utter magic-induced despair I was in, but it was at this moment that the hope that I cradled in my soul until now despite everything finally came to life. Even more than that, truly.
The sickening to the point of nausea smugness on the Goddess of Wizards' face, the disgust visible through the cover of the visor of God of Paladins' helmet, the cold detachment of Goddess of Rangers—everything changed in that moment, heralding something big.
First, Goddess of Rangers froze, confused. Her eyes darted to the ground, and it was then that God of Paladins noticed her alert. But when it gave way to the realisation and fright, it was almost too late.
