"'Descenders'?"
Aaron looked at the two beings, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
In his intuition, these two humanoid creatures were filled with a sense of discord, as though some bizarre and terrifying colossal bodies had been forcibly compressed into human shells.
Hmm... adjusting themselves into human form as much as possible to accommodate the laws of the mortal world, while also reducing consumption?
I've made such a blatant move already. I've drawn away at least half the Age Controllers' attention for Motula. If he still fails to advance, then he's just trash...
A trace of unfathomable depth entered Aaron's eyes. When he looked again at those two "Descenders," what he saw had changed enormously.
The ghost in crimson formal wear swelled and twisted... transforming into a grotesque creature made of jointed limbs, flagella, and scales, like countless scaled centipedes tangled together.
As for the Gothic girl, she turned into a mass of ever-expanding black flesh. Amid layer upon layer of bloated fat, one eye after another opened...
"What an eyesore!"
Aaron sneered.
Then, the voice of that twisted centipede-like mythical creature reached his ears.
It spoke in Spirit Language, its accent ancient. "Kneel... Devoutly confess your sins to the Mother Goddess, and the Mother Goddess shall grant you salvation!"
It knows I'm a 'vessel' too, and it's trying to turn me?
Aaron's expression was inscrutable, but he suddenly sensed a force attempting to secretly influence him. It was a "Law"!
A corrupted kind of 'Law'? Once I develop thoughts of betrayal, even for only an instant, I'll waver... then be corrupted... and fall?
But... how could I possibly betray myself?
A strange smile appeared on his face. Then his right hand, which had been stroking the gold-inlaid cane, suddenly flung it out!
Pfft!
The cane transformed into a