The newly born girl had pink hair that symbolized desire. Though her face looked no older than sixteen, her figure seemed closer to that of a woman in her late twenties.
Within that half-robe, she had formed an exceedingly gorgeous pink gown, yet it gave off an indescribably strange feeling, as though it were tempting people into depravity.
From that first impression alone, Harley felt that the being before her was the embodiment of all depravity in the universe.
Before Harley could say anything to the newly arrived being, the Son of Chaos flared up first.
Its wounds rapidly healed as it stared hatefully at the child born from its own body some distance away.
"So that was why you lent me that mystical item." The Son of Chaos gritted its teeth. "Your target wasn't the Fourth Pillar, but me?"
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you, Mother Goddess of Depravity!"
Harley blinked and quietly covered her mouth.
It was not hard to infer from the Son of Chaos's words that the girl before her was actually the Third Pillar—the God of Origin who wielded the authorities of reproduction and depravity, the Mother of All Things, the Mother Nest of Filth, the Origin of Evil, the Mother Goddess of Depravity.
She really was... an extraordinary big shot!
Fortunately, fortunately, the two sides clearly had a conflict between them. The Mother Goddess of Depravity had obviously played the Son of Chaos for a fool, using its body to give birth to herself and enter the City of Cataclysm. Whether they could even stand on the same side was still in question.
Then again, maybe not. These ancient old monsters who had lived for who knew how long were each cunning to the extreme. What did such a small grudge amount to?