The Goddess of Salvation's amber eyes reflected the kindly smiling man in front of her, and the hand he extended toward her.
She felt an emotion well up inside her, wanting to thrust the accompanying Holy Sword through the man's chest in front of her.
However, the common sense she was born with told her that people die when they are killed.
So, this was not the right thing to do.
Her own impulses clashed with her reason, causing her little head to crash, as she blankly stared at the hand extended toward her.
Xi Mu did not urge her, maintaining his outstretched hand.
The Goddess of Salvation hesitated for a moment, then grasped the hand extended toward her, and with a gentle pull, she stood up.
"The world has less than three years before it is destroyed," Xi Mu said with a smile to the Goddess of Salvation, "Do you have any methods to save the world?"
