Princess Selene faced the meteor with a somber smile.
She has no idea what to do next.
In the past, she had been cornered several times already when her life was in the hands of others. But every single time, the instinct of a werewolf took over her, and she would fight to the death without any shred of hesitation.
A cornered and wounded animal is always the most dangerous.
Now, there was no such feeling.
She was cornered with death already right behind her, but her body didn't feel the need to fight back.
Perhaps it knew that against Gods, she might as well accept her fate.
It was especially so when the Gods she was facing were the very Gods whom she worshipped throughout her entire life. 'But he had said how he sees this,' She recalled the words of the Origin in the distant past that was still vivid in her mind. 'Grace of the moon. Demanded sacrifices. A new age. Nothing of that mattered.
