Ever since entering the Light Kingdom and peeking into the intentions of an illusion, Michael knew that the Titan's subjects were obsessed with venturing deeper into the territory in search of warmth, yet that didn't represent their whole motive.
The fox paused her feast and gazed at him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
"…Purpose?" She asked with intrigue. "That is a rather philosophical question. I can only speak for myself, not my kin… I wish to meet the Almighty and prove myself worthy. Those who share my vision tend to be violent, which is why they attack you. In rare cases, like those in this tavern, they have given up the pursuit of power and lay low."
Michael blinked slowly.
"Is the Almighty the one who gives off the ray at the center?" He asked, referring to the Iskra Titan the Lords were set to kill.
The fox scoffed. "Of course. Who else?"
