Alice bit her lip, her expression darkening further. She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Her father was powerful, but he was not above the collective will of the Middle Domain's rulers. In the end, her disagreement would have been drowned out, ignored like a ripple in a vast ocean.
Yet her heart remained heavy. She could only hope Max wouldn't grow to hate the Four God Nation for this. She knew him too well. She knew his stubbornness, his refusal to bend, his burning pride that refused to forgive betrayal. And that was what this felt like to him—betrayal.
Alice lowered her gaze, her fists tightening at her sides. She had forced her father to bring her along on this journey. She couldn't sit idly by, not after everything that had happened. When news of the Valora Continent reached her ears, she had cried for days. The memories of that place cut into her like knives.
