Edna understood why Lansendell would come to her side.
Compared to the terrifyingly cold atmosphere between those two silent goddesses, this hall filled with the enthusiastic support of the Undead Tribe was certainly more to the liking of this attention-seeking Great Peacock.
Edna actually admired Celene... beneath that freezing aura, the silhouette in the moonlight remained composed, even waving and smiling at the Undead Tribe.
It's imaginable how strong the Moon Maiden's heart must be.
Edna turned her head and thought for a moment, then glanced at the Sun Peacock lying at her left front... Even a famed brave heart like Lansendell couldn't handle such a scene; it's quite normal that she lacks the courage.
She felt that even if she managed to recover all her soul shards, she would still end up like Lansendell, dazing in a corner.
This half-hour felt so long that Edna thought a day had passed.
