"Chloe, what do you intend to do?"
Fraspens demanded in a harsh tone, his voice raspy and aged, brimming with fury. Yet, this did not deter Chloe. He merely cast a cold glance at the crumpled Fraspens before turning to Freya and stating, "Freya, do you comprehend why I have spared your life?"
Freya gazed coldly at Chloe, perceiving this priest of the Golden Lion Tribe as a stranger.
Chloe answered himself, "For this very moment!"
"Your talent is the most extraordinary I have ever witnessed. Indeed, with your gifts, you stand a significant chance of reaching that legendary realm and becoming a deity of unparalleled might! As for me, I am out of time; I can feel the decay of my body, how easily the passage of time erodes me."
"I require a youthful vessel."
"You, Freya, are the optimal choice!"
