"But if you do that, I will lose my strength... and likely be defeated by the universe will," Rebecca said slowly, the weight of her words thick in the air.
"True," the Queen responded with a calm, timeless gaze. "But you won't be killed. Without your complete soul, the universe can only suppress you—trapping you in a dormant, subconscious state until your main soul is born into the world once again."
Rebecca's eyes narrowed in contemplation. Her thirst for revenge burned hotter than ever, yet the Queen's offer had a finality to it—a sacrifice that asked her to give up everything she was for a delayed chance at retribution. Her jaw tightened, hands curled into fists. Then, with a long breath, she made her choice.
"I accept," she said with quiet resolve, though her voice trembled slightly. "But promise me this—I must at least retain the power to destroy the Origin World."
