Back in Pantheos, Irene found herself in a room surrounded by those she saw as monsters.
The man she had been searching for had known of her arrival the moment she set foot in Pantheos. Every spirit felt it too.
Yet there was no urgency, for it would be foolish to intrude upon a place ruled by the one who stood above all—he was the One God.
Ash walked down the long, elegant hallway with Sylvie on his left and Mira on his right.
The corridor was softly lit by warm golden lanterns, the walls adorned with subtle, flowing patterns that shifted gently like living art.
The air carried a faint, pleasant scent of flowers and clean linen.
Sylvie leaned into him with a playful smile, her greenish succubus tail curling around his waist as she spoke.
[A/N: Yes, like the other women she's using her original racial traits.]
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"I can't believe… someone tried to hijack my body while we were in the middle of that," she said, her voice light and teasing.
