This is not you, mother!

Artia being quite direct with her answer was quite the unusual for me. Heck! Everything was so unusual in the plane of minds! What is even happening?! Am I even still proceeding with the trial? Did the trial even begin? Is there even a trial to begin with?!

"Now become your mother's meal." Artia said next, after she had revealed the fact that all of her previous words were lies.

While Artia said so, a whirl of barely visible shadow gathered a few ten meters in front of me, which soon shaped itself into the figure of hers. To my surprise, she wasn't just a silhouette to me anymore, because I was actually capable of seeing her.

'Is it because I'm immortal now?' I wondered, and could only do so for a bit, since it wouldn't be long before she decides to kill me.

Sadly, I couldn't ponder about her beauty, because I had to remain alert for an attack. God or not, I had a shimmer of hope to make it out alive. That's why I didn't even think of faltering in front of the goddess.