[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
Cerberus was dead.
That truth lingered, it was something that refused to settle. The revelation pressed against Echidna's thoughts more heavily than any wound. Her mana reserves were drained to the point of hollowness. Worse still, the Goddess Arielle resisted within her—an obstinate presence, weak yet so unyielding—making the use of divine power impossible. Every attempt to reach for it was met with rejection, something that gnawed at her composure.
The plain fact of the matter was unavoidable.
She had lost.
