Within the consciousness space of the City of Calamity, which had returned to calm, the immense Malevolent Dragon had vanished-its entwined and fused black-and-white bodies, its three heads each performing their own role. All that remained was the enormous stairway leading upward and the faintly visible black God's Throne stained with dark red blood.
Angel's body had returned to its normal size, and thick, long serpentine hair no longer streamed behind her. She stood steadily on the stairs, in no hurry to ascend.
Beside her, dense War Fog spread continuously. Deep within it, an enormous silhouette seemed to circle without pause, its shadow covering most of the stairway.
An almost imperceptible gaze came from the shadows, fixing on Angel.
It was a sign that, although the Malevolent Dragon had been destroyed and accommodated, some of its independent consciousness remained, just like the Cheek and Tudor that Angel had previously recreated in this consciousness space.
Angel could not truly destroy and assimilate all the spirit and consciousness imprinted within the Beyonder characteristics, Uniquenesses, and Sefirah in such a short time. She could only coexist with them while maintaining absolute dominance, using her own anchors to stabilize herself and gradually absorb them until they became an insignificant part of her complete consciousness.
And compared with Cheek and Tudor, who had merely been true gods, the consciousness of the City of Calamity itself was undoubtedly harder to handle.
Even now, countless memories of the Sefirah's Dao Integrators flashed through Angel's mind.
She lifted her foot and stepped onto the next stair, then took another step, gradually approaching the bloodstained God's Throne. Meanwhile, the experiences of thousands upon thousands of the City of Calamity's Dao Integrators from the Western Continent surfaced in her mind.
There was the tenderness of peerless beauties seducing heroes, the