Anatha's voice was underlined by waves of worry and confusion.
Despite their little banter, both of them were in an extremely good mood. After spending so long trapped and chained down, to finally be free was a fruit so sweet they could hardly get enough of it.
And beyond that, Godwyn had managed not only to find his last disciple almost immediately but also to find 'her' once again.
There was absolutely nothing in the world that could potentially mar his mood at the moment.
'Unless…' Anatha felt her heart tense.
For long moments, Godwyn didn't answer, and as the seconds passed, his gaze became colder and colder.
Eventually, he sighed. "It seems the youngest got himself into deep trouble."
"Deep?" Anatha was in disbelief.
Even the corruption that consumed Uriel's soul hadn't been enough for Godwyn to care much, as if it were meaningless.
She couldn't possibly imagine what could make him react so fiercely.
"Has he killed a Chosen Champion already? Surely we can send the—"
