As the ritual proceeded, the air around them began to turn hazy and dreamlike.
A faint fragrance drifted over, quickening the heartbeat and bringing a flush to the cheeks.
Everything around them became more vivid and radiant. Colors, light and shadow, tastes, and scents all turned dazzlingly brilliant.
It was as if the familiar real world had suddenly become a beautiful painting; or as if, under the effects of an alchemy potion capable of producing hallucinations, the entire world had become a more fantastical and dreamlike illusion.
Walls spread out from walls, and colors spread out from colors.
At the intersection of countless illusions, something gathered in midair and transformed into an incomparably brilliant, multicolored butterfly.
It seemed to be here, yet also not here. It seemed to be nothing more than an illusion, yet everyone present could see it. At the same time, it continued to change—the patterns on its wings constantly collapsed and reassembled, and every reassembly caused the entire surrounding world to change.
Your request—
The Butterfly Angel's voice drifted over.
It was a beautiful, light, girlish voice.
"Offer the blood of Ouroboros—"
Meg said solemnly, "I pray for the privilege of performing the sacred 'Moulting Ritual' independently!"
Granted—
The Butterfly Angel gave her consent.
I grant you the right of 'Moulting Rebirth'—
The next moment, the butterfly's image shattered in midair. It became countless pink scales, which also resembled countless wings.
The purple liquid on the ground evaporated and dispersed... The entire space turned purple below and pink above, resembling a dream for a moment.
When all the purple smoke had evaporated, Meg was already enveloped within a cocoon. Two things resembling blood vessels were connected to the infinity symbol. One drew out a silvery-white phantom liquid, while the other drew out an orange-red liquid. They