"I trust that you all understand me now.. Do not interfere with what's happening in Sancta Vedelia."
Nihil's sharp gaze swept over the seated deities—God and Goddesses.
"If they can't even deal with that Witch on their own," Nihil continued, "then what's coming will be far worse. They are there to assist and support Lord Eden, not to be carried on our backs."
There were small, silent nods around the room. A quiet agreement—or perhaps resignation. All except one.
Fenrir let out a low, disdainful snort and rose without a word. In a blink, his form dissolved.. Clearly, Nihil's earlier words hadn't sat well with him.
Unfazed, Nihil turned toward the white haired young Goddess.
"I'm talking especially to you, Khione," he said, voice slightly colder. "I don't know what my daughter may or may not have told you, but I'll be clear. Do not interfere. That's not a request—it's an order. As the Guardian of Sancta Vedelia, I hold responsibility over this realm."
