Persevere.
This was the word uttered by the golden-skinned Alfanian Land Rulers as they lay heavily injured, but the one they referred to as the Great Elder acted like he didn't even hear them.
He only looked towards the young visage of Ezraela with reverence as if he only lived for her orders.
The Covenant of the Soul was just that terrifying!
Ezraela turned her head sideways and blinked as she looked at the heavily injured Alfanian Rulers and the heavy waves of emotions they expressed as her red lips parted, an extremely sweet and calm voice echoing out from them.
"You all are in so much pain. Constantly filled with anxieties and stress. I am merely helping you all to remove this while you contribute to making these Lands less chaotic."
…!
Her voice was sweet, and yet her words caused the remaining Land Rulers to shudder!
