The word "angel" naturally came with associations of purity and holiness.
Unfortunately, the oath before them—the one that could actually grow wings—was nothing like that.
And if the earlier guess was right, the oath's very nature was almost equivalent to splitting off a new personality, one that was dark and depraved, then turning around and rejecting the original self. It had practically nothing to do with holiness.
Take Ji Yicheng, who had already become a full-fledged angel. From what they had seen, he had the worst character of them all. That said it all.
Come to think of it, though, completing this oath required accidentally looking in a mirror and then impulsively denying one's own self. It was much harder than becoming a sinner.
Yet despite such exacting conditions, another, even more unusual individual had appeared alongside Ji Yicheng. One couldn't help but marvel at how unpredictable life could be.
By now, after stopping Cross, Elina had stepped forward a few paces. She was clearly planning to take on the suicide mission herself.
But the way her eyes flickered made it obvious she wasn't in good shape. Her mind was badly scattered.
On the bright side, she no longer seemed to know what fear was.
She had just reached out and thrown up a wall of fire, completely forgetting how her powers had run amok before.
As for why Fu Qian was forcing the three of them to take turns dying, Elina's mind was clearly too muddled to figure it out. Fortunately, she didn't seem inclined to question it, either.
What they could confirm so far was that something unusual was inside the ruins. It couldn't be observed, but if provoked, it would respond—and with terrifying force.
The one who had just appeared might have looked bizarre and even said