"Mortals ultimately have a time when their strength is exhausted, but what makes them mortals is precisely their fearlessness." Standing by the window, Susu watched the sovereign of a country board his carriage, expressing her opinion with a sigh. As she opened her hand, the elderly Milani nestled in her palm. This squirrel, even as a Spirit, had reached the twilight of its lifespan. What was once its favorite world fruit now needed Malin or someone else to peel it for consumption.
"He might be thinking of saving us." Malin walked over to Susu's side, watching as the carriage, under the coachman's guidance, turned around and left.
"Even if he's a Legendary, he's merely a mortal, and without igniting the divine flame, a Legendary is just a stronger mortal in this world." Susu spoke these cold words and smiled slightly, the extreme rationality behind it exuded such coldness.
