Beneath her, a severed tentacle continued to wriggle on the ground, rapidly disintegrating.
She turned her head and met the Great Prophet's gaze, her golden-red pupils faintly tinged with a hint of disappointment:
"Great Prophet, are you... giving up?"
Her voice remained crisp and pleasant.
Yet, it carried an authority that was wholly incongruous with her youthful appearance.
More than that, her voice seemed imbued with a strange power; though she was questioning, the sound echoed in the heart of the Great Prophet Margo like the sonorous toll of a bell.
Great Prophet Margo felt the whispers that beckoned her to "fall" swiftly dispel, and her rampant Bloodline Power seemed to slow.
Watching Charlotte, who was completely unfazed by the "monster's" disturbance, Great Prophet Margo realized something. Like grasping at a lifeline, she quickly begged:
"Charlotte... Your Majesty, no, Divine Envoy!"
"Please save the Harcos Clan! Please save our kin who have not fully fallen!"
