The Star of Wells had only isolated the powers, allowing the general to get a clear look at the battle inside.
When the grandmaster died, the general felt as if all of his powers had been drained. He stopped attacking and looked at the goddess before smirking.
"What is that snicker for?" The goddess did not retaliate immediately. She had been able to brave through the flurry of attacks the general threw at her, and the general no longer had what it would have taken to launch attacks like that again. The outcome turned out better than she expected.
"Don't you think that being alive is painful?" The general asked. The armor on his body still looked shiny and new, while the blade in his hand remained looking terrifyingly sharp. However, the general himself looked as if he became a withered old man and felt very tired.
"Not at all. Be it life or death, it's all very normal to me," the goddess answered seriously.
