My Residual Soul, it's time to burn!
When she uttered these words, Angelica... no, it was Cynthia, the Moon God, who was exceptionally calm.
As a being who had partaken in the God Wars a thousand years prior, Cynthia understood better than Great and Small Shaye, than Antia, than Iyeta, Atreus, Helores, just how terrifying the strength of an Evil God could be.
The remaining seven Evil Gods, though far inferior to the Strongest Evil God in power, were still not entities that ordinary Gods could contend with.
Moreover, Cynthia was just a Residual Soul now.
How much heat could a Residual Soul release by burning?
This war might end up extinguishing even this last trace of her Residual Soul.
But in Cynthia's eyes, there was no fear, no despair, only the will to struggle until the last moment, a will that would not be distorted despite shattered mountains and reversed starry skies.
To Cynthia, this might well be the true meaning of this Residual Soul lingering in the world.