Terror and fear washed over Goddess Lucia's face as he saw the golden blood pouring from his wounds. Despite all his bravado and arrogance, at his core, he was a coward devoid of courage or honor. The first thought that crossed his mind was to flee, to escape the terrifying prospect of death.
However, even in his panic, Goddess Lucia was shrewd enough to realize that abandoning the soldiers of the Azarin Empire would have catastrophic consequences for his power. A god without faith was no different from a merchant without wealth—he would wither away, losing all his strength and influence.
"I am the light that will save this world! You are nothing but a twisted monkey who doesn't know his place!" Desperation twisted his features as he shouted in rage. His voice was a mix of fury and fear as he launched a frenzied assault on Vlad, swinging wildly with his golden fists.
