"What's this?!"
Brilliant yellow radiance surged from the cracked earth, forming an invisible yet vast magic circle.
The circle consisted of simple, exquisitely beautiful Thin Lines. Gathered together, they resembled an open embrace, preparing to hold whoever stood within the formation.
The magic circle nearly covered the entire city—or rather, it seemed to have long since merged with the city itself, becoming part of this fantasy city.
And Diman stood within that circle, "embraced" by the slender lines of radiance.
Within the "embrace" of those radiant lines, his aura rapidly weakened.
Diman calmly watched it all, his brow deeply furrowed. "The Goddess of Beauty's power?"
He turned his head and looked at He Ao, who was pinned in midair by countless hands. "The Julia Family is helping you?"
His gaze swept over the radiance covering his body as he tried to forcibly pull it away.
He was not actually worried about the radiance corroding his spirituality and power. After all, he could temporarily hide such "damage" on a conceptual level and restore himself to his peak state at any time.
But the radiance was not merely eroding those things. It was also gradually weakening his "status."
And that weakening of his status was what proved fatal.
He had thought he understood this so-called "Goddess of Beauty" well enough.
Yet he had never imagined that, aside from the "poisons" famous throughout the Federation that targeted Talent Sequences and extraordinary power, things connected to the Goddess of Beauty also included a magic circle capable of weakening status itself.
This magic circle was likely a "trap" specifically designed for High-Level Existences.
From another perspective, stripping away their "status" truly was the real "poison" for High-Level Existences.
Diman glanced at the figure beside him, whose pupils were still filled with red-violet radiance, then withdrew