Chapter 83. Threatening the Goddess

Celeste’s POV

Lyss’s expression sagged with disappointment when I refused her offer, but she recovered almost immediately. She planted her feet firmly and announced, “I reject your rejection!”

“What?!” I shouted in surprise.

She rolled her eyes as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re probably just scared and spouting nonsense because you don’t know the first thing about the Dreadmaw pack,” she scoffed. “I’ll just have to drag you there by force. Then you’ll see that we’re the ones in the right.”

With that, she advanced on me—and Nyra instantly readied herself for battle.

Nyra brandished her metal pipe, placing one end to her lips. She gave a hard blow, and a fierce jet of water shot out like a cannon blast, catching Lyss square in the chest. The pressure sent Lyss stumbling backward, but to our astonishment, she barely looked wet—her clothes seemed bone-dry. What kind of power is this?

Lyss straightened, smoothing her hair as if no