Savior seemed shocked at his…questionable choice of words, not that Leonidas cared much.
He was about to allow the pain to assault him all at once, a searing cacophony of pain he could already feel. Savior shook out of her stupor and sat beside Leonidas. Her legs crossed over each other, form writhing as she shrank in size, resembling a normal human.
She really does resemble Willow a lot…It's uncanny.
From her flowing hair, her raven eyes, even the way she fought and her attitude, everything was nearly identical.
At one point, he had thought that Savior had somehow been made to model Willow, but that wouldn't make sense, nor would it be probable.
It was a vexing question, one that forced Leonidas to keep his mind off the incoming pain. Savior grabbed one of the phantasmal fruit and handed it to Leonidas.
"I guess it's fitting, being the one to walk the first step towards recovery." Leonidas chuckled, though his eyes had darkened significantly.
