The way she spoke didn't entirely ignite confidence as he felt he was truly walking towards his own grace, looking at the edge of the stone plains in the distance. Between the jagged, lifeless mountains, the sight of the crater was only seen by the edge in which the monuments overlooked.
"Shouldn't we have declined the Monarch then? I mean…I get we need Galios' help, but it doesn't matter if we're dead, does it?" Gael questioned.
"The Monarch is a coarse man, but he's not cruel nor unreasonable in his expectations. If he believed it was guaranteed you'd die on this mission, he wouldn't have given it to you," Blythe reasoned.
"That's nice and all, but…Is that enough to place our lives on the line for/" Gael asked worriedly.
Blythe had a look about her as if knowing more than she was letting on, "...I won't speak on it more. However, if you wish to retreat, that's an option as well."
"Not after coming this far," Gael assured her. "Though, if things get bad, we're bolting."
