"Sara, by doing this, you will incur the wrath of the gods. They will make you suffer a fate worse than death!" Windsor shouted, her body trembling with resistance as Sara approached.
"John, you ant! Unless you kill me, you won't take my Authority! Get away from me!"
"Calm down. There's nothing you can do now. Live your life well; your sister is earning it for you," John said with a smirk, watching as Sara cut the mutated plants binding Windsor and gently held her in her arms.
"I'm sorry, sister. This is all my fault. If it weren't for my insistence on getting the Godslayer Bow, you could have killed them a month ago. But luckily, I still have a chance to make things right. So please, live well and stay out of these conflicts, okay?"
"Sara, you can't do this! How dare you! I'm your sister. You should listen to me, Sara!"
"I'm sorry, sister. This might hurt a little, but it will be over soon."