"Oh? Do you really think you're superior to a mere mortal like me?"
Every word from Snow Dream cut deep, silencing Usher momentarily.
"Hand it over, and I'll let you live," Usher growled coldly, his demonic longbow aimed straight at her forehead.
"You've misread the situation," Snow Dream replied, her smirk sharpening. "Even if you're kind enough to spare me… do you think he will?"
She tilted her head toward Orson, that teasing smile still dancing on her lips. "From his point of view, whether I hold the Abyss Node or not is irrelevant. Don't forget, he's a god among millions. The Unmatched Mortal God."
Usher's expression turned grim. He didn't want to admit it, but deep down he knew the truth—if Orson used his full power, he could steamroll through the Abyss by himself.
Usher, no matter how wealthy, no matter how talented, was just the backdrop to make the real hero shine.
"I've changed my mind. You can die now."
