"Ahtal, do you still retain your self-awareness?" the Goddess of Lies asked cautiously, peering out from behind the Witch of Death.
She pushed her power to the limit, ensuring that every word Ahtal spoke was not a lie. If there were any signs of deception, she would immediately activate the preset plan and directly seal Ahtal.
Although the seal could not last forever, it would buy them time to look for a solution to the problem.
The atmosphere suddenly tensed up.
The Goddess of Death instinctively tightened her grip on the scythe in her hand, ready to unleash her full strength at the slightest wrong response from Ahtal.
The Creation Witch lifted her hand lightly to tuck her hair behind her ear, her beautiful eyes reflecting Ahtal's figure without any deviation.
The Witch of Death folded her fingers across her chest, maintaining her usual aloof demeanor, yet her sapphire-like eyes betrayed a hint of concern and solemnity.
