Sel'Ashra's laughter scraped his skull raw, reading his thoughts perfectly. "Still clinging to your little savior? Poor little primordial. Lilyanna is far too kind a youngster. She knows your soul cannot take being invaded by two goddesses at once; you would die. You barely managed to recover the last time, didn't you?"
Her words sank like hooks, pulling him deeper into despair. He remembers how it took many days of sleep to recover from the last attempt. He thought he was good now, but did his injuries not mend properly?
He heard his girls shout in his mind one after the other, panicked. But he could not answer them. Even his control over [Master's Link] seemed to have been corrupted.
His breath shuddered as anger began rising through his mind. What a terrible joke this one was. Due to the whim of a corrupt goddess who kept on invading his mind and a cursed seed that rebelled against him, he was suddenly on the ground.
