Chapter 55 - Pseudo Angel (2/2)

”To the point that, an unknown force from another dimension began to pry and collect hazardous data. If the mortals of Neamh still remain ignorant, then the 'Twilight Of The Gods' will happen sometime in the future. By that time, the 'Inamorta' will deem this 'World Line' to be harmful to the higher realm.

”I know that you have already prepared a spear to impale my soul. As long as it freed me from my task, I'll be obliged to hand my blood to sate your thirst. The 'Creator' wills it

”This… Saddens me, but I couldn't do anything but spread turbulence and destruction.”

Although painfully, MF could feel the sorrow overflowing her. Anvriel was, wailling? The Ouroboros still closed her eyes.

It pained her more than it did with the Angel. Then suddenly, the scroll within her pocket-space pouch began to rumble as its fated owner was in shamble.

Anvriel noticed the presence even though it was outside of its private soul's dimension.

Another wavelength was unleashed. More gentle than the former, instead of harming her, it began to heal MF's soul. A sentence then could be heard.

”The 'Occult Tesseract'? I see, so the other plane began to tamper with Neamh. I've read your history upon this world, it's sad, I give my condolences,” said the Angel.

One of the incomprehensible body parts of the entity began to pierce MF's chest.

”You have my approval, my acquaintance won't hurt you in the future. This might be the end of me, but we are countless. 'We' will be waiting for you.”

Anvriel then hijacked MF's consciousness strings by grabbing it and thrusted its spear onto its center.

Everything collapsed. The space swirled and churned before MF got back to the mortal world with an unknown core. All of the fleshy abominations were absorbed by an ascending core that blinded everyone within one kilometer radius.

The core then transformed into a petite girl with small angelic wings. She locked both of her palms together as if it was praying, cradling herself with her wings. The 'Angel?' then slowly descending onto the ground.

The radiant light began to heal the wasteland into a rich environment full of lush sights. Trees, animals, healthy grass and bushes with blooming flowers without any impurities, bearing nutritious fruits. Due to the dense mana fluctuation, a 'Wisp' was born.

They are a gentle and curious creature made out of mana. It took a high requirement for a place to spawn a wisp, yet there were hundreds of them currently wafting the ground and above. Insects also miraculously arose, all of them were a special kind of insect that could be used to enhance the cultivation of someone by linking their mana sea onto them, surely many cultivators would try to hunt as much as they can.

Damascus stored her scimitar. Amazed, many butterflies began to flutter around her. ”Is this Paradiso?”

Tuli awakened in a confused state, wondering where the hell she was brought to. A rabbit jumped to her vision, and she calmed down in an instant.

Then she started to panic, ”DID I DIE!? WHY AM I IN HEAVEN INSTEAD OF HELL!?”

Foel quickly rushed to her unconscious husband, laying down on the sea of flowers as she also tried to comprehend what was happening.

As she held her partner in her embrace. She perceived something questionable above MF's head.

It was a halo.