At this moment, in the vast and dim cavern, the two Nineteenth Rank Angel Leaders completely blocked Helair's path of retreat, leaving her with no way forward or backward.
Faced with Pandora's question, Helair forced a smile but didn't immediately respond.
Upon seeing this, Remiel, the white-haired and brown-skinned figure behind her, crossed his arms and twiddled his fingers, causing extremely dangerous electrical arcs in the cave to become active, slowly approaching the center.
"Trying to buy time until the World Tree arrives? It seems that your usually unrestrained self doesn't even know our true purpose, are you a bit surprised now?"
"Oh, come on, Lord Pandora, why so hostile... I don't even know what you want to do, why trouble me like this?"
"Haven't you understood long ago? The World Tree Tear I desire is to forge a Holy Object to replace my eyes cursed by the secrets of the True God. All the angels in the Holy Land know this, and you should understand it too."
