"Assets? Mortal, you best know whom you're speaking to." Srud's eyes were ablaze with a blue glow, reminiscent of a Heavenly God descending to earth, as she stood before the altar, slightly tilting her head back, looking down at the man in the black suit before her.
"I'm well aware of who you are. In the ancient myths, you are a goddess, the second offspring of Thor. In some legends, you inherit Thor's hammer and command the power of Lightning, but in the eyes of the Foundation, you're just one of the mutated clusters with the preparatory number HCP4081," Adams adjusted his tie and said.
"Hmph… I have seen countless individuals over thousands of years who wished to utilize the Witch's power. I admire your courage, at least you dare to stand before me. But it seems your Foundation has yet to comprehend just how formidable a Witch is," Srud said coldly.
