Feeling the terrifying presence closing in step by step, Inas felt as if her scalp might explode.
The gap in strength between them was far too great, no longer something that could be bridged by magic potions or willpower.
Perhaps in the next instant, she would be dead.
Death, Inas was not afraid of; what she feared was that her death would be meaningless.
As the former Holy Daughter of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, she knew she had not fulfilled the duties of a Saintess well; she hadn't bestowed blessings upon the believers, nor had she led them down the right path. Under the influence of the mark seared into her soul, everything she did was only for Onions.
She had once tried to guide Onions onto the right path, but it was only an attempt rather than a forced conversion; when Onions was resolute, she would choose to comply, even though Inas knew very clearly in her heart that this was not the right thing to do.
