Meanwhile, Rosalind felt as if she were in a state of limbo. She could somehow perceive her own body, but she could no longer control it, hear, or see what her current body was doing.
Rosalind felt as though her body was floating endlessly, suspended in a dark liquid. However, for some reason, she did not panic or fear.
A part of her seemed to reassure her that Lucas would be coming to save her.
The Goddess remained unaware of this.
At the moment, she struggled to control her emotions as she attempted to calm her racing heart. She glared at Lucas.
"It will only worsen," Lucas stated.
"Only I- cough- can bring this to an end."
"What, exactly, do you intend to end?" Lucas inquired, wondering what she was trying to achieve- what this woman that he met a long- long time ago, wanted to achieve.
