Cofister had never imagined that one day he would find a living being to be so utterly, perfectly formed! Even Tiamat, the supreme progenitor of the dragon race in her memories, could not boast such beauty! It was a bizarre sensation: while his heart insisted that the entity was absolute perfection, his intuition screamed that it was deeply aberrant—and profoundly evil!
Neem shared the exact same impression, though as a creature of chaos, she did not find the entity before her particularly peerless. Having previously laid eyes on the intensely seductive Lord of Pleasure, she felt nothing but raw, primordial terror toward this Evil God.
"This is a dead Evil God. Do not look at Him; He will corrupt our perception." Staring straight ahead, Angel called out loudly to the other two. At that moment, her attire had completely transformed into a plain, unadorned robe of purest white, devoid of any other color, while she held a white staff about the length of an arm in her hand.
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