The Holy Priestess started coming to her senses. She grabbed her chest, finding it a little harder to breathe.
She abruptly opened her eyes, feeling her life force being at the bare minimum. She had thought that the goddess was going to help her after she was done. She never expected it to wake up in such a bad condition.
She was about to ask the goddess why she hadn't helped her with improvement in her life span. However, as soon as her eyes regained their focus, she saw a face that she never wanted to see.
Eren was sitting in front of her, without even the slightest wound on his body. He looked even better than her. Even the surroundings looked different.
It wasn't her sanctum. Instead, she appeared to be in some room. The view through the window made her realize that it was somewhere in the Emperor's Palace.
The Holy Priestess wondered if she was dreaming. She pinched her cheeks with trembling hands.