Mira froze in place and stared at Amaterasu. Her face twisted into a frown, and she took a deep, hoarse breath. She had to keep her mouth shut, unless she wanted a disaster to happen.
Amaterasu could grant anything, and to a near-unlimited amount. Mira knew that, and so her Greed Portfolio started itching and pulsing, trying to compel her to ask for something outrageous.
Her hands felt cold, her back itched, and her eyes burned. She could feel a steel lump lodged in her throat, and her lower back felt light and empty, almost causing her to drop down.
But as painful as it was to resist the distant whispers of the portfolio, Mira knew this was the best chance to give the Portfolio a good whipping. She closed her eyes, looking deep within her own soul. Now, she had to face the Portfolio inside her and force it to submit.
"Hehehe.... What a painfully ordinary woman." A deep voice rang from behind her, and when Mira turned, she could see him. Jordan, the former demigod of greed.
