"I know what you want to say, but even in such times, my answer remains the same as always."
"You don't need to be so persistent..."
Butterfly sighed:
"Your God of Truth and psionic power cannot save your people, nor can they save Canning tonight."
The nun suddenly stood up.
She turned to face Butterfly, her delicate features, those distinctive eyes seemingly possessing a captivating Charm—
A pair of heterochromatic irises.
This was the characteristic of the 'Primordial Blood Giza,' legendary for mastering the profound meanings of psionic power!
"But I believe that with you added, our plan can succeed."
"Stop dodging the issue, Butterfly, we both know perfectly well why you're here tonight."
"I also know you are hesitating now, but given the current situation, aside from awakening the God of Truth, do you really have another way?"
The eyes of the Giza nun were filled with zeal and devotion.
Butterfly silently took a step back.