"So? What's the plan?" Emperor Augustus asked number twenty. The two had excused themselves from Rebecca's presence, her fragile state demanding silence and distance. The once-mighty goddess sat shrouded in darkness, focused entirely on repairing the cracks in her soul. Any interruption might worsen her already delicate state, and they both knew better than to risk her wrath in such moments.
"I have instructed the variants to prioritize finding the so-called Nemesis and deal with him," number twenty replied calmly, his voice like a cold whisper drifting through a graveyard.
"I don't get it though," Augustus muttered, brows furrowing. "I thought shadow slaves are mindless creatures. Their only goal is to consume the soul of any living being—souls meant to feed and heal the goddess."
