Sensing Angel's arrival, the Mirror Person withdrew her hand from the coffin carved with patterns of trees and birds and smiled at her.
"What you brought me this time is rather interesting."
She patted the air above the coffin lid a few times as she spoke.
"Have you figured anything out?"
Angel asked in return. She walked over to the Mirror Person and slid the coffin lid aside, letting it fall to the ground and exposing the young woman's corpse inside. Her head rested on bright red silk, her Phoenix Crown sat askew, and her Xiapei lay draped along either side of her body.
No, calling her a corpse wasn't quite accurate. With the boon of an "Undying," she was essentially still alive, but she seemed to have no thoughts of her own. She merely retained her instincts through an endless cycle of resurrection and death, involuntarily bringing disasters upon her surroundings.
If this place hadn't been deep within the City of Calamity, the source of all disasters that wielded authority over natural calamities, man-made disasters, and destruction, Angel wouldn't have dared open the coffin like this and expose this "Catastrophe" Demoness to the outside.
"Clearly, this dress, crown, and shawl come from the traditional customs of the East—what is now the Western Continent. This is their version of a wedding gown."
The Mirror Person pointed at the bridal dress, predominantly bright red and embellished with gold and silver.
Angel nodded. She had some vague memories of this herself. From films she had watched in her previous life and Klein's explanations while teaching her Chinese, she could even recall that the shawl embroidered with clouds was called a "Xiapei," while the crown, with its spread golden wings, dangling tassels, and hanging jewels, was a "Phoenix Crown."
Yet the female corpse