"Nothing," Margona replied coldly. "She says she's not in the mood to speak."
Orion raised a brow but said nothing. He cast a subtle glance toward General Reynold and Oberon, who simply shook their heads and sighed tiredly.
He realised he had missed an important incident and silently decided to look into it later.
He turned his attention to Ilse.
"I don't trust the bizarre 'Will,'" Ilse said firmly. "Even if it helped us, we can't blindly put our faith in a being that managed to remain here after separating from its tempered will, only to continue acting under its former principles, thereby breaking the original will."
"If you were the Divine Mysteries, who have governed the Material Realm for countless ages, would you allow a realm with terrifying potential, built by the descendants of those who were one of the many, to trigger the colllaspe of the Material Realm to continue growing unchecked, simply because your focus lies on confronting a shared enemy? Absolutely not!"
