"Gu Mo! You... I'm so glad you're okay..."
Leaping out from the teleportation gate, arriving just in time like a divine weapon descending from the heavens to stop the Goddess's atrocity, Amilia immediately saw the figure beside her and felt a huge weight lifted off her chest, an unprecedented sense of relief overwhelmed her.
In these past two weeks, she was never at ease, constantly on the run.
Pushing herself to the limit—
She had done everything she could, yet she couldn't help feeling afraid, waking up trembling from nightmares every night, fearing that even after giving her all, it would still be too late...
That decisive moment when she pushed herself and Miss Erica into the teleportation gate to escape, choosing to stay behind and face the figure, could very well have been the last time.
Fortunately... fortunately...
At this moment, her restless spirit finally settled, and Amilia's hand gripping the Holy Sword trembled slightly, unable to suppress her excitement.
