The immense pressure materialized the fear in Isis's eyes, but she felt a sense of relief in her heart.
"Yes, we, in the Abyss and Hell have the handiwork of that His Majesty, the specifics I am not sure about. His Majesty only said, if I still can't do it, He would send more siblings in."
Isis's voice began to weaken, under the immense pressure, she felt her life nearing its end.
"He is eager to get rid of the Embrace of Suffering... His promise to me is to help Him rid of the Embrace of Suffering, and then... my connection with Him will dissipate."
Pageman seemed to understand, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly subsiding.
"Huff huff huff..."
The thick panting sound caused the surrounding fog to start moving, and Isis finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What is considered valuable to a God?
Talent? Uniqueness?
No, no, no.
That would only pique a God's interest, but it is not inevitable.
