Seeing the anxious, pleading look on Nyx's face, Andrew smiled. "Nyx, are you afraid of Arya?"

Nyx quickly shook her head and said, "It's not that I'm afraid. It's you. Andrew, with your current strength, you cannot beat Arya. You need time and space to grow. I know you are not afraid of her, but now is not the time to risk everything. Let's go to Holtrien first, and when you break past Beyond Mortal Limits, we can decide again, alright?"

Andrew reached out and gently touched her cheek. "Nyx, I know you're looking out for me, but don't worry. I'm not without a chance. Besides, the Cathedral is tied up with its own problems right now, so I still have time."

Nyx's expression did not ease at all. "Andrew, you saw it yourself. Arya is a Battle Angel. Fighting is in her nature. In the Lomuia Grand Cathedral, when it comes to battlefield slaughter alone, Arya is second only to Mephiston. Our best option is to lie low for now."

Andrew shook his head firmly. "Nyx, if I ran away every time