Mirabella's eyes narrowed, her mind already calculating the tactical advantage of the impending war. The Abyss was a treacherous, gravity-defying hellscape; mobility would dictate her survival.
"I need a flying skill, the best Legendary grade flying skill... Show me this skill, and I will not only help you destroy that gate, I will wipe out everything outside this pillar... Including the monsters and humans. What do you say?"
The sheer ruthlessness of the proposal hung heavy in the sap-scented air. The Divine Tree Esmeralda paused, the slow, hypnotic movement of the chamber's vines coming to a momentary halt. She raised an eyebrow at Mirabella's words:
"You will kill a human?"
"This isn't the first." Mirabella said flatly. There was no hesitation, no moral tremor in her voice. To survive the cosmic board of Galaxy Fall, morality was a luxury she had long since discarded.
