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"Hm."
A beautiful black-haired woman looked down.
"...so this is how he felt?"
It was Eris, the Goddess inside Xenos's very Soul.
She was in Her manor, recovering by the hearth.
"Perhaps I should be thankful for his condition."
Indeed, She had felt all that Xenos did in his battle.
Though She hadn't seen what he saw, as that was only in his mind, She could still feel it, the emotion so heavy that it made its way deep into his Soul and into Her.
Yet thankfully, it seemed that his haunting past had been finally laid to rest.
"I'd thank it if it wasn't so... ugly."
Eris saw that piece of Death for what it was.
Xenos, even with his Beholding Eyes, couldn't truly see it.
And that was a good thing. She didn't know if he'd have survived that sight.
"In any case, I..."
She was proud.
So proud that She wanted to go around to the Gods that were watching and brag about how he was HER Follower, HERS, and only HERS.
