Ophelia lay silent for a moment as she stared into the raging waters, pain still coursing through every centimeter of her body. She would have loved nothing more than to leave this damnable goddess behind and find Lust herself to tear their throat out to save her brother; however, the sad reality was her body was in shambles, and even if she were healthy, she didn't possess the needed power to combat a Master of Vice…
Not even the weird foreign power that helped hold her together would save her in the face of the monstrosity that was a Master of Vice.
Ophelia's mind was anything but clear, but her only path toward answers lay in conversation with the terrible goddess.
"What would you like to hear first?"
Ophelia rolled her head over toward the giant dam of corpses, then weakly asked:
"Fate… why did you say… it is his fate to die? Why can't you save him?"
The woman behind the waterfall was quiet for a moment, then spoke:
"Fate… something malleable and immalleable."
