Tenisi was a weak god. The only authority she held was "ugliness." She delighted in toying with beautiful beings, and she was the deity worshipped by ugly beings.
At that moment, Tenisi felt the essence of her divinity more clearly than ever.
That lofty, majestic figure looked at her with such disgust, as if she were the ugliest being in all the Boundless Mystery, the one he found most impossible to accept.
Tenisi wanted to be furious, but her instincts stopped her.
She wanted to burrow back into the muck, if only so she would not have to endure that majestic being's gaze.
Soon, she heard the figure's voice.
"A petty new god. He definitely did it on purpose."
"Orien, I'll leave this goddess so ugly she makes me go limp to you. She does not deserve to fall beneath my Thunder Spear."
Boom!
At last, Tenisi felt anger—not because the owner of that voice intended to kill her.
It was because of the utter revulsion in that voice, and the way he intended to deal with her.
Tenisi recognized Sessaro immediately, not because they both belonged to the Myriad Spirits.
Rather, ever since ancient times, she had been one of this Great Being's many admirers. This was hardly surprising; quite a few goddesses, as well as Divine Beings fond of physical union, admired Sessaro and yearned to commune with this ruler.
It would have been even better if a crystallization could be conceived after an exchange of bodies and love.
Yet unlike his other admirers, Tenisi was the Goddess of Ugliness. She could never win Sessaro's favor.
Even if she were willing to shift factions, the Sky and Thunder Pantheon would never accept her.
But she had never imagined that she would be killed by him.
No, Sessaro would