If kazira fights, she loses. Voruth'Zal wants Kazira to fully merge divinity and eldritch together so that they can fight Enris.
"She's simply trying to anger you, calm yourself Kazira." Voruth'Zal stood in front of Kazira.
"You think I don't know that?!" Kazira glared back.
Her current vessel was. . . to put it nicely, less than optimal. Stitches filled her body, desperately holding pieces of the flesh together.
"Give it a bit of time, the new vessel is almost done. For now, just ignore her." Voruth'Zal was firm in his voice.
Kazira clenched her fist until blood seeped through her fingers.
She knew it as well. That this current body couldn't handle fighting Alice.
However! If she was given a chance, just a small one, she could reclaim her old body! It doesn't matter what Voruth'Zal makes for her. Her original body was still the most compatible! One that was forged through countless battles, bathed in the blood of many.
