"What your mother said is correct. You really are a hero." Another voice came from behind Lillia and the others. Lillia quickly went on guard and pulled Destiny into her arms. Clance did the same to Joy.
An old man with a long beard stood there looking at the cautious behavior and could only sigh. Mortals were much different. They protected their own, unlike gods who, at some point, only thought about themselves.
"Lillia…." Blake's voice broke the awkward silence. "Leave me to talk with this man."
"Blake!" Lillia turned to see Blake slowly sitting up. He should not be awake, and his body was very weak, but he felt a strong power near him, so he forced himself to wake up.
"Just do as I say," Blake said firmly. Lillia looked at him and wanted to shake his head no, but when she met His firm gaze she could only grab hold of everyone and disappear.
