Ananya rose to her feet, her body swaying to the side because of the loss of blood.
She walked staggeringly to the statue and waved her hand towards it and it swayed left and left before it fell directly to the floor.
Shatter.
Crash.
The statue loudly shattered, its shards scattering all over the ground, but she didn't seem to see that.
"Since you are so vengeful and didn't even help me when you were supposed to aid help, then there is no use for me to keep you!" she coldly said, placing all blame on the deity she never took seriously.
If it wasn't for the deity, then perhaps her life would be much better than that. Everything was all its fault.
Buddha: "….."
Ananya turned around, put her back towards the shrine and muttered to herself, "Just because you cut my other hand, do you think that I will give up easily? My king, tsk, tsk, tsk, we are going to fight this battle until one of us remains. Since I am now exposed, there is no need to continue pretending!"
