"Open this door before I break it. You know that I don't have enough patience. Do you want to see me lose what little I have left of it?" Eris's impatience was like a storm, ready to break.
Eris knocked at the door with her fists as she looked at the metallic door in front of her. She would have no problem breaking something like this in her original form, but she acted as a kid.
And not only that, but she was acting like an entitled kid who wanted to get her way.
"Ugh, Miss Eris, maybe we should come back later? We are causing a scene, and I also need to take Claris to the medical team."
Megan's hands trembled as he watched his goddess behaving in a way he had never seen before, a nervous energy radiating from him.
In his memories and on the news, whenever the puppet master was mentioned, she already had a sad, cold, ruthless look. It made her look like a goddess who human emotions could not touch.
