Azalea stared at Elias's roguish grin and sighed helplessly, "Why didn't that blast just now destroy your vocal cords..."
Her expression turned serious again. "Elias, I meant everything I said before... She... or rather, the divine part of me, has no emotions. It's just a cold machine designed solely for becoming a deity."
"So don't try to stop me, or I will do something we'll both deeply regret!"
"Oh..." Elias's expression remained unchanged, but he became even more convinced of his theory that she had dual personalities. The other "Azalea" might no longer be appropriate to call Azalea.
"Wait a second..." As Azalea pondered, it seemed she had a brilliant idea.
She muttered to herself, "Since you're going to be in the way no matter what, why not strike first?"
Elias felt a chill in the air as he heard her say this, "What are you planning to do?"
