A faint chuckle echoed, and the phantom softly said, "Then you can at least become the Queen of Boggarts."
"Embrace Death."
"You will be stronger than you are now!"
Mithia's figure halted in the corridor of the Black Tower, her gaze fixed on the city below, her expression showing a hint of struggle. The remnants of her humanity made it impossible for her to accept all this, but the rational side of her told her she had no power to change it. Only by submitting to that Demigod could she strive for the greatest benefit for herself.
At the very beginning, she merely wanted to use external forces to eliminate competitors. After all, only one person from the Guardian Clan could inherit the destined law of succession.
But as the situation developed, everything gradually slipped out of her control.
The exalted Demigods.
