Do We Not Have Clothes?

Eighth Sequence, Crystal Forest Valley, Maya!

The angels had only just broken through the World Tree's protective barrier and entered its interior when their vision was obscured by dense miasma.

As far as the eye could see, mountains rose and fell across the vast land. Lush vegetation grew unchecked, joining into an almost endless tropical rainforest like a green ocean.

Eternal life was bestowed by death. Heretics and enemy nations were to be punished by the sword and purified by fire!

Let the world return to flawless purity! This was the day the planet would be reforged!

Amid countless droning whispers, blazing flames burst forth from the Angel Army, while spells formed from condensed ether appeared before them.

"Everyone's here? Then come down and have a seat, meow!"

Just as the Angel Army prepared to purify this land, a teasing taunt came from within the dense forest.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The next moment, sharp whistles tore through the air. Tangled branches and vines shot out from the hazy mist, forming an impenetrable net that seized the angels hovering in midair by their limbs, wrapped around their waists and bellies, or locked around their necks, dragging them into the hot, humid forest.

In an instant, the angels fell into the green forest sea called a cage like birds caught in a net.

Within the hazy mist that blocked perception, swift figures silently darted through the forest. With only the slightest tremor of leaves and branches, they tore out and crushed the heart cores of several angels struggling to break free.

After swallowing the pure ether, the hooded jaguar let out a satisfied belch. Her amber eyes gleamed brightly, and a pleased smile curled her lips.

The jaguar was death.

The jaguar was fangs.

The jaguar was claws.

The jaguar was