Watching the man and the hand settle into their fighting stances, the girl slowly closed her eyes, gently tucked her long hair behind her ear, and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again, a trace of sadness and disappointment had crept into them, and she turned slightly aside.
Yes.
She had indeed said before that she could leave the Queen's consciousness with him. After leaving Hell, she could wait for the Colossus Heart to produce a new Queen consciousness, then finish imprinting her memories of the past.
But now, she had fallen back into Hell.
The heart had also reestablished its connection with Zuo Zuo's consciousness.
With one consciousness already present, the Colossus Heart could never give birth to another Queen consciousness unless she died.
She looked dejected.
Standing there all alone, she looked like an abandoned little girl, so helpless that it made one's heart ache.
None of that powerful presence she had possessed as a god remained.
At the sight, Zuo Zuo felt both sympathy and anger.
Sympathy, because through the connection between their primordial sources, she could clearly feel the girl's disappointment and low spirits. It was impossible not to feel sorry for her.
Anger, because she could tell at a glance that this frail, petite body was clearly the handiwork of that wretched head of hers. Turning her into such an adorable little girl only made her seem even more vulnerable when she was down.
But if what stood before them now wasn't a girl, but a sticky, twisted lump of brain, things would surely have been completely different.
Zuo Zuo was so angry she wanted to stab that head of hers, but she still asked quietly:
"W-what do we do? You're not thinking of selling out your left hand again in exchange for