"Are Gods immortal?" Cleenah repeated my question, tilting her head a bit.
"Yeah, are you guys immortal or what?" I asked again, my eyes drifting over the endless green landscape surrounding us.
Cleenah's dimension was… breathtaking. A quiet, eternal meadow where the sky glowed a soft pearly white and the air smelled clean, untouched—nothing like that damned prison I'd been rotting in.
Honestly, if I could just stay here every day, I would.
Well, I guess it didn't matter. I'd be sent to Sancta Vedelia soon. At least that hellish cage would finally be behind me.
"Immortal, hmm? Do you think we're immortal?" Cleenah asked, her tone teasing but also strangely thoughtful.
"Aren't you Gods? And if you can all reincarnate like Persephone—into Vessels or whatever—then that's basically immortality, right?"
Cleenah let out a long sigh. "Persephone didn't reincarnate into Mary, Amael."
"Aren't they the same person anyway?"
