The next second, a girl who looked just like her appeared before them.
"He does not need us, but you, Ayla."
"Hand me over, if he does not die in this battle, then he will be my first apostle."
Then the gray-haired girl smiled and vanished from in front of the two girls.
The two girls sat down together and closed their eyes once again.
This time, a breeze blew, scattering the fog and revealing a massive ancient tree behind them.
And on the trunk of the tree, a woman with a twisted and bloodied face lay sleeping.
......
Casaman was silent for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.
The Goddess of Harvest had not shown herself for a long time, and except for the God of Justice, the local deities had mostly faded into obscurity. Casaman knew that the local deities were fearing the Evil God; they were not powerful enough to confront the Chaos directly, except for the God of Justice.
