Meanwhile, on Avalon Island.
A dim streak of light cut across the sky, passed through the World Tree's barrier of light, then fell unsteadily toward the lake like a meteor.
At the critical moment, a tall blonde goddess dressed in South American attire shattered the reef beneath her feet and leaped into the air. Blazing wings of fire spread behind her, and she flew skyward, opening her arms. Ignoring the meteor's scorching heat and impact, she tightly caught it in her embrace.
"Samael!"
The Feathered Serpent God, who had arrived on Avalon Island at some point, carried Samael before the great hall. She desperately poured in the divine power of her gentle, healing aspect and called out anxiously.
"Phew, stop shaking me. I'm not dead yet."
The ancient serpent struggled to open his eyes, coughing up a mouthful of congealed blood mixed with fragments of organs. He held Quetzalcoatl's arm and groaned weakly.
"That's good... that's good..."
The Feathered Serpent God let out a relieved breath and carefully helped the severely wounded man in her arms upright. But when those amber eyes fell upon Samael's severed left arm, her heart ached again.
"It's fine. My immortality is holding me up. Even if only my head were left, I could slowly recover."
Samael raised a hand and patted the Feathered Serpent God's shoulder. Leaning against a stone pillar, he gave a light laugh of reassurance.
Fortunately, Quetzalcoatl was not the sentimental sort. She quickly steadied herself, glanced beyond the sky, and asked solemnly.
"How are things over there?"
"I didn't fail you. By now, our omniscient and omnipotent God should have already crossed paths with the one in Crystal Valley."
Samael slowly exhaled the stale air in his chest. A trace of mocking coldness flickered in his narrowed Serpent Eyes.
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