Silas was startled by the murderous aura Ivy was radiating. With a worry etched on his face, he asked,
"Ivy? Are you okay?"
His melodious, velvety voice doused cold water on Ivy's bloodlust. She blinked before giving an apologetic expression,
"I... I thought about something unpleasant. You should go and help. I will look around and see if I can find any clues."
"No." Silas firmly denied. Who knows what type of dangers might be lurking? From Ivy's earlier warning, it was clear that anyone could die if they took a misstep.
Ivy smiled, "Don't worry. I will survive even if others don't."
God doesn't let evil people like her die easily. He makes sure to torment them till they beg for death, and even then, he cruelly makes sure they stay alive and rot in the hell named Earth.
Before Silas could restrict her, Ivy walked away. He could only helplessly look at her.
