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"If you think so, then let it be. Destiny's guidance... After all, I can't resist you, can I?"
She spoke indifferently, without further reactions, and Pandora gently closed her eyes.
Compared to Epimetheus, she had no interest in watching this so-called debate. Over the years, the faith surrounding her that she couldn't absorb kept accumulating.
Even without direct contact, the countless pleas, curses, hatred, and fears accumulated tormented her incessantly.
Whenever the mortal realm faced natural disasters and diseases, she was evoked as the embodiment of disaster. Even if the faith she received in a single disaster wasn't comparable to the deity officiating it, the combined faith exceeded it just the same.
In such circumstances, even though the blessings of all gods had never been withdrawn, Pandora still felt a profound pain and exhaustion from her soul.
For a moment, she felt a pang of regret.