Blood God? Interesting...

Luther sensed that point of light.

A corresponding scene emerged in his mind: a woman whose body had nearly completely collapsed was submerged in a mire of flesh, blood, and shadows, praying in a voice full of suffering and reciting his honorific name.

Above her, a vast will was gradually descending, resonating with the potion within her body and eroding her spirituality.

Countless mouths within the Black Mire sang joyfully, while the great will silently gave its approval. The entire scene appeared sinister yet sacred.

True Creator.

Hmm, in other words, the reason this will had descended was essentially because there were remnants of another person's soul in Lovia's potion...

Wouldn't it be enough to wash it away?

Luther thought to himself.

"Splash."

The seawater beneath his feet rose accordingly. Compared with the distant sea, this water appeared purer and clearer, because it was the portion that belonged entirely to Luther and could be controlled by him with precision.

At his command, the illusory, chaotic seawater first surged into his palm, then came into contact with the point of light produced by Lovia's prayer. Through the invisible connection established between the two sides, it traveled to another world.

Luther carefully controlled the seawater, restraining its overflowing might and locking his target solely onto the potion within Lovia's body rather than attacking her soul itself. This was an extremely difficult operation. One mistake could cause Lovia to lose control on the spot.

Forsaken Land of the Gods, on a dark and filthy plaza.

After reciting the honorific name "God of Blood and Shadows," Lovia struggled for a few more seconds in extreme agony. Her spirituality was sinking bit by bit, yet that deity was unexpectedly sluggish and did not pull her out of the mire.

Just as she thought all hope