Luna curled her lip, what's so great about this? We're facing the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms and the God Star!
Sending them to fight against such high-level beings is like asking the Little Priest to challenge the Supreme Holy Spirit. Let alone the battle itself, even the waves of energy from their fight would brush against them, scraping wounds, inviting death…
Uh, death? That seems… not a big deal…
When Luna thought of the 'serious' consequences, she instead became unafraid. What's so scary about death? It's not as frightening as someone spitting on her skirt. Anyway, the Little Ghost can resurrect her.
"Yes, Lord, your command is my mission," Luna quickly said, adjusting her mood swiftly, then asked, "But how do we fight? Who do we fight?"
"Pollute it, listen to her, she'll help you." Ange raised his palm, from which the Little Ghost emerged, blowing forcefully not with air, but with surging Holy Power.
"This… this… this is too grand." Luna's voice trembled slightly.
