'Greater good,' Neo thought.
A hollow chuckle escaped his lips.
Apollyon believed the same thing.
In the end, there was no greater good.
Only personal choices.
Only beliefs people clung to and forced onto others.
Everyone fought for what they thought was right.
"So," Neo said after a moment, "how do you know so much about Julie's plan?"
"It's a long story," Elizabeth replied. "But in short, one of Ultris and Julie's accomplices works in the palace Apollyon has here."
Neo's eyes narrowed.
"He came to talk to me," Elizabeth continued. "Apollyon has started a witch hunt. For you, for me, and for anyone related to you who is in this place."
Neo clenched his jaw.
The familiar weight of responsibility pressed down on him again.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "For all the trouble I've caused."
He bowed his head.
But before he could lower it completely, Elizabeth flicked his forehead.
She did not use much strength.
But she was a Martial Artist (Extreme God).
