Sofia closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no trace of human emotion in her eyes.
Her gaze was as indifferent as the Arctic Glacier, and deep within her eyes flickered a hint of something that frightened Christine.
Christine's body trembled, just like when she first reverently encountered the Goddess in a dream.
She opened her mouth wide but couldn't make a sound.
She was sweating profusely, gasping for breath, like a fish leaping out of an oxygen-deprived pond, struggling desperately but unable to breathe, caught by the throat of fate.
The dazed Christine's soul screamed loudly.
Impossible, how could there be divine brilliance in the eyes of a heretic!
Christine's mind was blank, staring desperately at Sofia, struggling to see through more.
A blue chill enveloped the entire airship.
When Sofia opened her eyes once more, the fate of the airship was already sealed.
