Pitter. Pitter.
The rain continued to fall.
Two figures stood on opposite ends.
One seemed to merge seamlessly with the darkness itself, while the other appeared to embody light, her entire figure wrapped in shifting hues that shimmered softly. Yet, if one looked closely, one would notice how those colors were beginning to fade, as though being slowly drained away.
She was clearly injured.
"Goddess! Please allow us to fight!"
"Goddess!"
Her injury was obvious to anyone watching.
As such, those who followed her quickly offered themselves up to buy her some time to recover or escape.
"Allow us to sacrifice ourselves to you!"
"Please grant us the ability to help you! My life belongs to you. It would be my greatest honor to sacrifice myself if it means serving your will."
"P-please do so."
The Goddess didn't hesitate to use them.
She needed as much time as possible to recover. In her mind, her followers were there to protect her.
