Sitting in front of a mirror, two figures stared at the scene unfolding in the forest.
"See? There's no need to kill her," clad in all black, Mavreth spoke to the person next to him, looking the same as him but clad in white.
Lavreth, the white god, frowned. "She carries aura way too intense for someone of her power. That spells chaos."
Mavreth shook his head. "She isn't the kind of person to stir up trouble on her own."
"But it's clear that if someone strikes at her, she will retaliate drastically," Lavreth was staring at Michelle's silhouette in the mirror with clear hostility in his eyes.
"Then just make sure people don't provoke her!" Mavreth smirked, leaning against Lavreth. "That way she won't have a reason to cause chaos."
Mavreth's words made Lavreth shake his head. "No matter whose protection she would be under, she would always be targeted by others. She's the kind of person who will always attract enemies."
