Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Lady Raven.

High-collared long dress, gauzy cloak, this expected visitor indeed presented the demeanor of a lady accustomed to luxury.

Even on her somewhat aged face, her features appeared gentle, with no hint of the deep bitterness typical of a resistance organization—even though she was violently invited here at this moment.

Marianne’s arrangements were not surprising at all for Fu Qian.

After being provoked into demanding to go along, she found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Her level of danger increased step by step, her motives became more and more unsettling, and bringing someone directly into the organization without due caution could very well become a disaster.

But if she didn’t bring her into the organization, breaking her promise could also immediately invite disaster.

In this deadlock, leveraging her cooperating stance to sacrifice an insignificant base and escape like a cicada shedding its shell, thus preserving the initiative for the organization, was already the best outcome—from her perspective.

Everyone’s perception has its limits, and it’s well known that leadership has a broad vision.

As an organization virtually built purely on faith, when encountering another concept that might feel like a dimensional downfall, even with the fierce endorsement from nightmares, ignoring it was absolutely not an option.

To prevent unrest among people, facing it head-on was the only option.