Goddess Charrin sprawled lazily across her throne-like seat, one leg draped over the side, her golden eyes fixed intently on the cube in her hand.
It pulsed with restrained energy—Kyle Armstrong's mana, sealed and bound, yet still very much alive within the divine artifact.
Her fingers tapped against its glowing surface as she tilted her head and scowled.
"You're still fighting? Why, Kyle? There is no one left to save. No cause left to chase. You could surrender now and I'd make it worth your while."
She asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and irritation.
She brought the cube closer to her lips, smiling faintly as if whispering secrets to a lover.
"I could give you a new purpose, you know. Something beyond this tiresome vengeance. I'd even let you live, Kyle. Serve me, and you'll never need to suffer again."
But as her words echoed across the grand hall, the cube vibrated violently in her palm.
Suddenly, a slash of brilliant mana burst from it—sharp and wild.
