"I know you hate gods and humans, but you're already very weak. Why can't you set that hatred aside for now?" Nahida continued.
"Set it aside? How laughable. Foolish Buer, even if you heal me, I will not be grateful to you. You seek to revive a Dragon that will destroy Sumeru and the seven nations with your own hands." Apep roared.
She makes it sound so terrifying. Among the seven dragons, it seems like only you keep talking about taking revenge on the Heavenly Principles. Yet before you've even taken any action, you've already been hit hard twice. Shen Fei quietly grumbled to himself. The Heavenly Nails had been one blow, and the Crimson Prince had set it up once more in the end.
"You're simply ill." Nahida spoke gently.
"That's right. Time will make everyone die of incurable illness. Though I am gravely ill, my mind is clear. I am not like those ancient dragons who compromised with you." Apep's voice carried a helpless fury.
"Apep, there is no need for things to reach this point. What we need is not confrontation, but the truth." Nahida continued.
"Hmph. The truth—this is the shackle from which the God of Wisdom cannot escape. I have already paid the price for the truth. Sooner or later, you will as well." To oppose the Heavenly Principles, both Nibelungen and Apep had wanted to borrow the Abyss's power. Only after truly using it had they discovered that they had lost far more than they had gained.
"Apep, even if you won't think of yourself, you should think of the lives living within you." Shen Fei spoke up. As the Grass Dragon, Apep shared something with the God of Grass: a love for life. Though Apep spoke in terrifying terms, she had never truly