Asherah evaporated into mist right before Seras' eyes, and her lingering feeling of anxiety finally subsided.
At least for the moment.
She had to pull herself together before the deadline Asherah had set.
If she couldn't, then the mother goddess would tell her husband the full gravity of what was going on, and he would no doubt come for her.
Normally she would delight in nothing more… but she knew that once he came, she would have to face everything that she had done, and everything that she was still running from.
…It was scary.
'I have to apologize to my loves properly… no, to all of my family… M-Maybe I should bring them gifts or something… but I've always been a little bad at this sort of thing.'
*Rumble*
While lost in thought, Seras absentmindedly took a step back as her earlier enemy finally recovered.
A column of purple light shot out of the rubble where the demon lord lay.
