"Either way, we're already in danger," Serena said as Asher suddenly stopped and looked at her.
"What?" Serena asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"I'm sorry," Asher said quietly.
"Why?" she asked, frowning.
Asher shook his head. "I got you involved. I should have spared him and—"
Before he could finish, Serena placed her finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Don't," she said firmly. "You killed him and spared his future victims. It's not your fault, but theirs—those so-called gods who claim to rule yet ignore the pleas of those who serve them."
Asher nodded, though a part of him still wanted to say more. In his mind, gods were nothing more than beings who had reached the limits of this world yet refused to leave. Instead of ascending to a greater realm, they stayed behind—playing rulers, dictating fate.