The bells rang in the air, their sound reminiscent of those once heard in ancient temples on old Earth.
The chimes were serene, slow, and carried a sense of peace. But Clyde and Asqa knew better. This wasn't a welcoming sound—it was an alarm, signaling their arrival.
"They're ready, it seems," Asqa said, her voice calm but firm. Even knowing they were here to fight, she showed no fear. Her confidence had grown. She trusted in her strength now.
"Yes, it seems so," Clyde replied. "We attack directly. No more wasting time with words. We're past that stage."
Asqa nodded in understanding. "Right. I'll follow your lead."
"Blast everything. When we meet the enemy, we split up. It'll be faster that way," Clyde said.
They were about to face a literal god. Before, Asqa might have felt fear—might have doubted herself. But not now. After all the endless battles, she believed she could handle this. No, she had to handle this. If not, she'd only fall back into being a burden to Clyde.
