Angel left the gray fog in a daze and returned to reality. It took her quite a while to recover.
She had thought that, after advancing to Sequence 1 and accommodating the Demoness Uniqueness, which symbolized destruction, the feminine aspect, and many other authorities, she would be able to overwhelm Klein completely and make that fellow, who knew nothing but petty tricks, suffer a crushing defeat. She had never expected...
"Just how many petty tricks does he have? You can use a mythical creature form like that? Grafting can actually link the states before and after an orgasm..."
Angel muttered and shuddered with lingering apprehension. She raised her head toward the heights of the tranquil Mirror World, as though she could pierce through the distant gray fog with her gaze, penetrate the divine kingdom of Klein the Fool, and pin him to the long bronze table.
Fortunately, the Sacred Action above the gray fog was essentially an interaction between spirit bodies and did not involve their physical bodies. After a few complaints, she gathered her thoughts, found her bearings, and moved almost instantaneously from the depths of the Mirror World to the location of Partis, the Dream City.
After the Primordial Demoness Cheek fell, and Angel became a Demoness of Apocalypse and took control of the Uniqueness, she had become the master of the Mirror World she had destroyed and rebuilt. This was a manifestation of the corresponding authority within the Uniqueness, as well as proof that she had advanced farther than anyone else on this pathway.
All three Apocalypse characteristics are in my hands. Even if other demonesses want to occupy the top of the pathway, they have no chance. That includes hunters hoping to switch from Weather Warlock to Apocalypse... As she savored the privilege of traveling freely