"The others... shouldn't have too much trouble."
After brushing the strange hair on his neck, the Sagittarius director frowned and replied:
"Out of the four of us, Cancer and I are at the end of our lifespans, and you and Pisces have soul deficiencies. We've been thoroughly restrained by the authority of death. After being directly hit by the Cliff of the End, it's naturally inescapable.
The remaining Capricorn and the directors of the Zodiac Bureau, though equally unable to rival the pillar gods, are much 'further' from death than we are and have stronger resistance to the authority of death. Retreating after exhaustion isn't difficult for them."
"It's not just that."
The Cancer director, who was swaying on the other side, chimed in:
