On one hand, she felt resentful. 

“Why didn't you rage like this before?”

The Immortal she remembered was the unrivaled monarch of Alandal. 

He had walked into the lands that had been abandoned and declared it his. Declared the boundaries of the land he called Alandal. He never coveted more land, nor launched wars of his volition. He only ever took up arms to fight invaders who invaded his territory or attacked him. 

The only thing under his protection was Alandal.

When kingdoms were on the brink, they’d formed a coalition to barely preserve their lives, yet the Immortal had never offered his help. The Monarch of Alandal had only protected Alandal. If only the Immortal had tried to protect Alphen instead of Alandal... If that had happened...

Would Alphen be safe now?

“Oh goddess. Please soothe his anger...”

Woojin couldn’t cast the people of Earth aside. If he grew disillusioned again, he might once again retreat in seclusion and spectate. Everything would fall apart in days, and Earth would share Alphen’s fate. 

When Earth was fighting for its very survival, would they think of saving Alphen? 

“Please let his anger lead to Trahnet’s downfall…”

She understood everything now.

Woojin wasn't a savior. No, he couldn't become one.

He was the God of Destruction Thrash's Champion.

It was better to ally with the detestable Imp race rather than ask for help from the Immortal.

She would just have to hope that his anger would stay turned toward Trahnet.

She wanted him to kill...