The Six Gods had no choice left in the matter now.
From the moment they had established the Primordial Church, a path of retreat had become unthinkable.
They had used the souls of mortals to lure the Primordial Will merely because they were temporarily reluctant to act against their fellow Divine, but now, they had no choice but to sacrifice the souls of certain Divine.
It was a necessary sacrifice.
And now, they had to eliminate the Envoy before them, and quickly.
Mira stepped forward.
Her wings unfolded, confronting the Six Gods suspended in mid-air.
One of the Divine held aloft a giant, sacred silver mirror, which instantaneously reflected the entire Festival Lake within it.
Mira's figure was captured in the reflection, the image upon the mirror froze, and the Divine holding it raised a hand, revealing a silver Short Sword, thrusting towards Mira in the reflection.
The girl immediately sensed something and chanted,
"Rosa!"
