Giudecca and Lucca froze on spot. They looked at Rhea like a mad woman, the cold sensation in their legs spread above.
"Rhea... What the fuck?"
"Sister Rhea, what the hell?"
Rhea took her sword, still in its scabbard and it the ground with the tip.
"Enough already with the chitchat and crying. We have already talked about it together, the true Origin knows the world better than any of us, he said that he will not sacrifice, but find a solution. You don't need more to stop whining, same for you, Ambrosia's warriors."
The Pseudo-avatars flinched at her words, it was like an invisible aura spread around her, worrying them and causing some PTSD to Dora.
"Are you that blind and weak-minded? Everyone who had died was in the same place, why don't you believe that he will indeed rebuild the world for you? I'm getting tired of waiting, Sloth, Dora, let's finish this now."
