Planning With Roda

"...Fine," she said.

Finally.

"Then—"

"But I'm coming with you."

I blinked, taking a moment to process her words before letting out, "What?"

"You heard me," Roda said, arms crossed stubbornly. "I'm coming with you to kill her."

"Why would you do that?"

"Do I need to justify myself?" She asked. "She killed my uncle. She wiped out so many of my people in my world. I want to make sure she dies before she can even move a finger in this one."

Fair enough.

I could understand that. Revenge ran deep—especially when the wounds never healed. But that wasn't what worried me.

"Are you even in a condition to fight?" I asked her.

That spell Nevia hit her with wasn't just some flashy lightshow. It took a chunk out of her—physically and mentally. I saw it.

But Roda only shrugged like it was nothing. "I'm still strong. And I'm the Prophetess, remember? I can still pull my weight."