"It's okay, you did your best, it's my fault for not protecting you."
After offering a word of comfort to the Pisces Director, the Taurus Director watched the yellow python, transformed from the hemp rope, break free and the burrowing yellow earthworm return to the underworld. He sighed with a hint of regret.
The soul worn away by the Watcher's Palace is really difficult to recover. My current strength is probably less than half of what it was at my peak, and even though I've emptied my reserves, I couldn't even take down one Overlord of the Dead Realm.
"Joan, you also did your best."
Seeing her disappointment, the Cancer Director patted his belly and said with a chuckle:
"At least you three did something. I stood there the whole time without even moving my feet.
