The mirror's surface, shrouded in hazy red light and foul aura, resembled a fallen fantasy world. It could stir the darkest thoughts buried deep within almost any living being's heart, immersing them until they could not free themselves.
Those ugly goddesses indulged themselves within it.
As the last "descendant of the Progenitor God" to arrive, Nainarani endured the merciless ridicule of her sisters.
They spoke an ancient, obscure language that carried a certain corruption. Tang Qi translated it, and what emerged was a torrent of crude, completely unrestrained words.
Their general meaning was to mock Nainarani and claim that she would lose their great father's favor.
The other Demon Goddesses had all brought more than one "gift."
Only Nainarani had brought just one pathetic little pretty boy: Neil Stinson.
And at that moment, Neil, once a rising star of the Federation and a once-glorious Ancient Mage, finally realized that he had been deceived.
The reason Neil Stinson had been willing to follow his wife into this mysterious unknown land was that she had promised that, after they rescued her father, he would be granted Divine Authority and ascend directly to godhood.
But now, he stared at the horrifying scene before him, one that should have existed only in certain "forbidden dark ancient tomes."
His eyes gradually widened, and his breathing became ragged.
Ascend to godhood?
How pathetic. He would not be the benefactor who rescued the Progenitor God. He was merely a lowly sacrifice.
Neil Stinson finally awoke from his abusive obsession and looked up at his temporary wife.
In his mind echoed the final roar of the male Demon God he had sealed back inside the ruins—Nainarani's former husband.
"That bitch will betray you too."
Clearly, it had been a prophecy. An exceedingly precise prophecy.
Neil Stinson struggled to