Bab 1482: Crown [1]

Every step Thalia took towards the pantheon became heavier after a certain point in time.

She felt a sinking feeling in her heart as if she was going to lose something important, but she had no way to identify the nature of those feelings.

Unlike Damien, she didn't even know there was an extinction-level event happening for the Gehenna Tribe right now.

Since she was young, she'd been told she was the Saintess' successor.

Her position had been decided at birth. She was chosen by the spirits.

Thalia never understood why.

She was definitely more talented than most people, but she wasn't fit to lead the tribe.

She was a hunter. That was her calling.

She always took the things she heard about her future as the Saintess with a grain of salt, barely believing she would ever actually get raised to that point.

But it happened.