Lady Divine stood silent for a moment, her blue hair gleaming faintly under the lantern light, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she sat down across from him, her eyes locking with his. Her voice, calm yet cutting, filled the room.
"Everyone has their role in a war, Max. I have mine. You have yours." She reached out and patted his shoulder gently, but her tone turned iron. "And the first thing you must understand—war is not won by a single person, no matter how strong they are. War is a tide, and tides are turned by many currents, not one."
Max's brows furrowed as she continued.
"You think yourself powerless? You're wrong. Every person feels powerless in war. Even the strongest of us. I have seen men in Divine Rank cry in despair because they could not save a single city. But powerlessness does not mean uselessness. Do you know why?"
She leaned forward, her voice hardening with each word.
