"Perhaps it was because I acted so convincingly back then that even I came to believe it..."
The goddess in azure stirred her fingertips, stroking the back of the woman's hand across from her as she murmured, "Enough. The game ends here. This is not my deepest fear."
"And you call yourself the Demon Progenitor's perfect vessel? Your use of [Lust] is so crude it makes me laugh."
With that, the azure-clad goddess loosened her grip, preparing to fling away the person before her.
Yet the attempt quickly ended in failure.
Not only could she not shake off the other woman's hand, the woman instead became increasingly anxious.
"What are you doing, little sister? Come with me!"
"If we're any later, it'll be too late!"
"Dark-Erosion Sky is your own nephew! When has a nephew ever ascended the divine throne without his aunt being present?"
The azure-clad goddess frowned deeply and secretly increased the force with which she tried to shake her off.
But the soft hand in her grasp seemed fused to her flesh, as though it had become part of her body.
Even as the woman in azure began resorting to violence, attempting to forcibly sever the connection between them;
Even as the arm of the woman in the pale yellow dress bent grotesquely, her flesh splitting open;
Their two palms remained tightly stuck together, showing no sign of separating.
Even more horrifying was that
although the woman in the pale yellow dress was already covered in wounds, her neck broken and her head drooping over her shoulder, she still appeared remarkably spirited as she kept repeating her earlier words:
"Xuanqiong Zhi, if we're any later, it'll be too late..."
"Good little sister, stop dawdling..."
"Don't make your nephew, Dark-Erosion Sky, wait too long..."
The muttering repeated over