"Senzi!"
The next morning, Ethan hadn't even had a chance to fall asleep when Mary's vibrant voice came from downstairs.
Pretending to be a deity in front of the people of Oasis City for several days had really bottled her up.
Being the embodiment of justice meant she had to constantly present her most rigid side to everyone, speaking with a stern face and putting on a look of deep-seated suffering—just like the statue of the Goddess of Life in the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, where the sculptor had forever captured the goddess's compassionate gaze, becoming a spiritual anchor for the people of the Far West for thousands of years.
But that role didn't suit her, nor was it the role she wished to play.
And now, with the judgment in Oasis City having successfully concluded, it was time for her to step back and leave the stage of history to heroes like Leon, Grave, and Sariman to write.
As for the goddess?
