After listening to Sikatiya ramble on, Zhao Si pointed at his eyes. "You have to restore my eyesight, at least."
Sikatiya's voice echoed through the Circular Plaza. "Not my problem. Live with it."
"Fine, then!" Zhao Si stiffened his neck. "It makes no difference whether I can see anyway."
With that, he hesitated no longer and grabbed the spearhead suspended in the air.
"A curse like this? Whoever chickens out is a coward!" Zhao Si fiddled with the spearhead. "Hurry up, get moving, send us back, or I'll poke a few more holes clean through you."
Sikatiya's petrified corpse was still in the plaza, after all.
Zhao Si did not forget to pull out his Serpent Spear and sling it over his shoulder.
Sikatiya paused. "You're just taking it like that?"
She had not expected Zhao Si to agree so easily. She had thought this mortal would be afraid.
By ordinary reasoning, a mortal would have friends and family. Since he could venture into this godforsaken place for Godwyn, he ought to be someone who valued his bonds with others.
The most effective way to control someone like that was to threaten his friends and family.
An isolated, solitary god like Sikatiya still tended to see things one-sidedly.
She had never considered that this was a double-edged sword. If Zhao Si's friends were harmed, whether she, the Death Goddess, could withstand his retaliation was another matter.
"You really didn't have to go this far for me." Even Godwyn was moved.
In all his years out in the world, he had usually been the one giving more to others. The Eldest Prince of the Golden Dynasty was truly a man among men.
Among his friends, only Fortissax and Lansseax were really his equals in standing.
Most of his friends needed his