High amidst the clouds, Ulysses looked down at the two figures below and burst into unrestrained laughter! His laughter echoed through the air, his face radiating boundless joy. Even with a sharp blade protruding from his chest, he laughed madly! The laughter strained his wounds, soaking his luxurious garments in fresh blood, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, yet he continued to laugh—laughing with a wild, dizzying frenzy!
The dignified Goddess of Radiance! The most powerful orthodox deity in existence! To actually crack and fly into a rage over such a trivial matter! And to vent her fury upon him, a mere spectator! It was truly a disgrace to her divine status! And that Radiant Saintess! Watching her radiant believers die before her eyes while utterly helpless, reduced to wallowing in self-reproach over her own impotence!
As expected! The Goddess of Radiance remained nothing more than a bleeding-heart saint! A supreme, sanctimonious do-gooder! Ulysses's cheeks flushed red with excitement, his pupils dilated to their absolute limit, radiating a gleam of pure delight.
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