Peggy's voice resonated across the sky, and Julius burst into a thunderous laughter:
"Do you think I would believe you? Your pleas for mercy now could turn into violent retribution later. The conflict between us is irreconcilable. If I show you mercy, how will you repay me in the future?"
Peggy's voice came again, slow and seemingly sincere:
"I will give you all three strands of Primordial Light that I possess. These strands are the source of my power. If you extract the Primordial Light, I will pose no threat."
"To regain such strength would take thousands of years. So, spare me, let me live."
Ethan's heart stirred, looking at Peggy's eyes with complex thoughts.
What exactly happened to the Ancient Deities?
A being of such stature was now groveling before a human race's warrior, and it seemed that even preserving their life was a struggle.
Julius' eyes blinked, silent.
