"You're early," Nimreth said plainly, her eyes darting to Melina, who was breathing heavily, blood dripping down her face.
"What's your goal?" He asked. "What do you gain from siding with the demons?"
"What do you gain from being the Apostle of a forgotten goddess?" She countered, her face smug.
"You have no idea." For a brief moment, pain and sorrow appeared on Zion's face. He remembered back to his destroyed world and how desperate he was to save it.
"You have your reasons, and so do I. That's all there is to it."
Zion sighed. "It's unfortunate, really."
"What is?"
"The fact that someone as beautiful as yourself is going to die. I don't like killing beautiful ladies, but sometimes, I have no choice."
Nimreth couldn't help but bust out laughing. She laughed so hard that she leaned forward, clutching her belly because of how intense her laughter was.
