Lela's hands curled into tight fists, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to steady her breath.
Her body still felt weak, her knees slightly shaky from the intense pressure that had crushed her moments ago.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget the feeling—
The sheer weight of Emma's divine presence.
It wasn't just an oppressive aura.
It was something far beyond that.
Something that made her feel like she was nothing more than an ant, struggling under the might of a god's gaze.
Her teeth clenched, and her thoughts turned bitter.
'I… couldn't even stand when her blessing was fully active…'
Her fingers tightened against her palm, nails digging into her skin.
'Am I really… that weak?'
She bit the inside of her cheek, suppressing the lump that formed in her throat.
Her eyes slowly lifted, settling on Emma—