It was Verra's turn to laugh hysterically. Her laughter was so vulgar that even the commanders, who were seething with killing intent a moment ago, had to hang their heads in embarrassment.
Verra's laugh was laced with ridicule, not for Luther, but for herself. She laughed at herself for even getting angry. She remembered that Luther was an idiot. How could she have allowed herself to be led by the nose by an idiot? This truly was unacceptable.
"Luther," she spoke after calming down.
"What is it?" he replied in a smug voice, still not caring about anyone or anything but himself.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Verra said flatly.
Luther frowned. "What are you going on about?"
"You don't have the slightest chance of defeating Aquan. In fact, you're not allowed to join the fight, now that you're a Heaven Sage," Verra informed.
"Bullshit. That rule only applies to Aquan, not Ariah. I'm free to do as I please," Luther spat angrily.
