Thread:YingHe/@comment-34012245-20191102055037/@comment-36159587-20191126235934

Galaxian was going to argue more, but recognized time was ticking down. He brushed her hand, but didn't take it.

The reason appeared in his hand a moment later--a sheathed sword. Catching it (or rather, taking a grip onto the weapon), the deity started towards the strongest life thread (?).