In Sefirah Castle, the three Great Old Ones, whose status had only reached the level of Kings of Angels, had just been about to fight when they suddenly stopped in tacit agreement and turned their gazes toward Harley.
A moment earlier, "Harley" had been spoiling for a fight, wantonly displaying her power to intimidate them and giving the impression that she was incredibly powerful.
But now, the aura of this body had suddenly grown incredibly faint. Its Spirituality was dissipating, and its status had plummeted.
Her body was even crumbling apart, pieces falling to the ground like fragments.
The three Great Old Ones were no fools. They had simply refrained from investigating too closely for various reasons.
Now that something unusual had happened, they could hardly fail to realize that the "Harley" before them was an impostor.
"Everyone, congratulations on finally discovering the truth." Before the three Great Old Ones could say anything, Harley seized the initiative and spoke first.
"As you can see, this is only a clone, not the real me."
The three Great Old Ones' expressions immediately darkened. There was no doubt that they had been tricked.
And if they failed to capture her on their first attempt, the world was so vast that Harley would be free as a dragon in the sky and a bird over the sea.
With the Oldest One still sleeping on this planet, they couldn't search as freely as they pleased.
But Harley's next words turned the three Great Old Ones' dark expressions into looks of horror.
"By the way, I've also left you three a big present. It's such a generous gift that I think it should be enough to turn you into the ingredients for my Potion digestion and the ritual for accommodating Uniqueness."
As soon as she finished