Through Magic Mirror Divination, Angel had established contact with the True Creator worshipped by the Aurora Order, coming perilously close to facing that infamous evil god directly.
Fortunately, the Magic Mirror still stood between her and Him, along with the Spirit World connected through it.
The instant she sensed the threat, she immediately used Staff Substitution to bear the Creator's corruption. To be safe, she even activated the Magician Pocket Watch and used Flame Leap to flee the scene.
Otherwise, merely coming into contact with a trace of the True Creator's aura would have turned her into a pile of rotten flesh inside the house within seconds, or a bloodthirsty monster like the rats and crocodiles in the sewers.
Yet after escaping the safe house, Angel still knelt at a street corner, trembling all over. Her entire body hurt as though it had been slashed by knives, so badly that she nearly wanted to roll around on the ground. Veins bulged across her exposed hands, her skin had gone dull, and her face and body, which she could not see herself, must have looked the same.
Fortunately, having nearly lost control several times before, she barely suppressed the turmoil in her spirituality by entering meditation. Her remaining rationality kept her from truly rolling on the ground; she merely curled up and gritted her teeth against the pain and discomfort wracking her body.
After an unknown amount of time, the gas streetlamp overhead seemed to grow scorching hot. The whispers and malicious thoughts filling Angel's mind gradually faded, and the pain in her body slowly disappeared as well.
She raised her head and only then realized she was already drenched. Her face was covered in sweat, mixed with liquid that she could not tell was tears or saliva, dripping from her