"Alright, quick question. The ones you encountered before—did they talk?"
He was referring to the forsaken divines that Artemisia and Beatrix had fought the day before and the two girls both shook their heads.
"Nope. Not a word."
Beatrix replied and hearing this, Evan placed a hand on his chin.
"We're in the place where they came from, so we could be dealing with more advanced versions. Anyway, now that we know their artificial divine cores are their weaknesses, I'm going to try and pinpoint that first on the next one."
Artemisia and Beatrix exchanged glances, then turned back to him.
"And how exactly are you planning on finding this core?"
In response to Artemisia's words, Evan grinned behind his mask.
"Don't worry. I've got a master plan."
He held up his hand, letting his draconic transformation partially activate. White-gold scales spread across his arm, while he poured energy into his titanium body skill.
