A phantom door shimmering with starlight appeared out of thin air amid the black flames. Then, Cyril's figure emerged from behind the "door."
Seeing the black flames surrounding him, he paused briefly before vanishing from the spot.
The next second, he appeared beside Trissy out of thin air.
"Sorry, I used you as a Teleport anchor."
After a pause, he shifted his gaze away from Trissy, who was dressed in men's clothing and even more charming than before, and asked, "Such an intense reaction... have you recently discovered traces of the Demoness Sect?"
Trissy, whose expression had softened, withdrew the black flames and spider silk around her. She nodded slightly. "I'm not sure. It's just that lately, I keep seeing a hazy yet extraordinarily beautiful female figure in my dreams and hearing Her call."
"Sometimes, I find it hard to control myself. I forget my resolve and sincerely want to draw closer to Her."
"The Primordial Demoness..." Cyril frowned, then relaxed.
This was unavoidable. As the pinnacle of the Demoness Pathway, the Primordial Demoness could influence everyone on this Pathway from above.
Gathering his thoughts, he said thoughtfully, "When you feel unable to hold on, you can pray to my Lord. Mysteries and Concealment are inherently within my Lord's domain."
"For important matters, you can pray a few more times."
He generally only took the time to use the characteristics of a Planeswalker to respond to prayers once every day or two. In an emergency like this, he could only have his believers pray several more times to draw his attention.
Fortunately, it was normal for Gods in this world not to respond to prayers. Even Archbishops and Blessed of the orthodox churches might not receive a single response out of dozens or hundreds of prayers. His behavior would not