Astra considered the silent healer, watching the look in his eyes as he mentally reviewed her words, sending them to clash against his beliefs and education only for that education to come out on the losing side.
It might seem like a waste of time to have this conversation now, especially with everything going on outside. But with Phobus dead, the Nightmares would disappear with him. Leaving her forces on the advantage, even if Seth's puppets weren't operating at peak efficiency.
Alexandra would undoubtedly be able to handle her mysterious opponent, so over all victory was only a matter of time.
But this was also a war on more than the physical side. It was a holy war, a war of belief. Where Worship could literally be weaponised and controlled.
Her displayed of power had been a good start, planting those seeds of doubt in their cultish religion. Now it was time to water those seeds. A few well placed words in the right ears could very much be the difference in the end.
