Compared to the Daughter of the Crimson Cup's descended vessel, suffused with dense power of desire and as alluringly corrupting as a moving Abyss, Yanile in his Saint state was nearly the complete opposite.
Pure Holy Power formed his body. His former humanity, with all its seven emotions and six desires, had completely faded within the radiance, transforming into lofty, cold, and emotionless divinity. He was like a Holy Spirit walking the mortal world.
Blocked by Yanile, the blood-red figure turned its head slightly and stared at the bishop who had suddenly appeared before it, dazzling as the sun. Its expressionless face faintly furrowed.
Yanile's aura instinctively reminded it of those Light-Sound State beings that wandered amid the radiance of the Sea of Origin—neither alive nor dead, cold and emotionless. Some ignorant humans with sufficiently high inspiration, who occasionally reached the realm of radiance in their dreams and sensed them, called them "Angels."
They were spirits of a complex "natural phenomenon" born within the Sea of Origin, much like tornadoes and pyroclastic flows in the Main Material World developing their own intelligence.
However, Angels did not destroy their surroundings. They merely assimilated every Contactee of lower rank than themselves into Holy Light Creatures, while erasing their desires and emotions.
At her peak, the Daughter of the Crimson Cup would not have feared a lone Angel. But now, she was merely a descended vessel possessing an insignificant fraction of her true body's will. Faced with an Angel that seemed to have extended its tentacles into the Main Material World, she had no way to deal with him.
If possible, she did not wish to fight Yanile.
But unfortunately, control of the battlefield was no longer in her hands.
Though Blood Shadow did not wish to face this troublesome opponent, Yanile had