"Confessors, what is your choice?"
The Shapeshifter Collective spoke.
"..."
Kuisaxinna remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
"Zerg, do you want her to stay by our side?"
She left the choice to her god.
"Mm... sure!"
The Overlord gave his answer.
"..."
Kuisaxinna lowered the sword in her hand.
Since Zerg had agreed, she had nothing more to say.
Kuisaxinna knew little about the lord of the Shapeshifter Court.
Even the leader of the Confessors rarely spoke of the master of that King's Court.
What exactly was her goal—
Kuisaxinna did not know.
But she would keep an eye on her.
"Then the deal is settled."
The green-haired, green-eyed Sarkaz spoke.
"I can offer you a piece of information."
She looked at Kuisaxinna.
"Liz was taken away for an experiment. One of my clones in the Confessors' nest saw her being taken away."
That clone had not followed them.
Because Quesatusta might have discovered it.
The Shapeshifter Collective had no interest in making an enemy of that usurper.
"Liz!"
Kuisaxinna's eyes widened.
If Salus had taken Liz away, then the experiment that required Liz was certainly no simple one.
Liz's Originium Arts could not be overused any further!
"..."
The blonde Sarkaz girl's face was pale.
She unleashed her Originium Arts on the mummified creature—
And it worked.
This creature was truly still alive.
"It hurts..."
Liz could no longer support her own body.
The pain she shared this time exceeded anything she had endured before.
This creature's bodily functions could barely operate.
It was only clinging to its last trace of life.
He said he had been imprisoned for decades and had not eaten anything.
Nightingale looked at the mummified creature—
Perhaps she was no different from it.
Yet it still lived tenaciously, as though it had been