"Why? Why didn't you die? Why weren't you devoured?!"
Within the illusion jointly created by Coleman and the evil god, the battle continued.
The imprisoned Lord of Curses roared. It refused to accept this!
A mere human, such a tiny little...
Wait!
The Lord of Curses suddenly froze, the expression across its entire face twisting stiffly.
The person before it suddenly began to distort.
His figure and face started to mutate.
Brilliant light burst forth from his body, like a blazing sun.
Golden eyes gleamed within the radiance like undying stars.
Like the eye of heaven, they hung high above, cold and emotionless, watching over the people struggling through life.
His body lengthened, and his features became sharper and more defined.
Unlike the face that bore a ninety-percent resemblance to Illumi's, this face possessed far more edge.
Like a blade drawn from its sheath.
It was filled with aggression and an air of invasion.
The corners of his lips dipped slightly, his expression solemn and cold, like a majestic and dignified god.
The man wore a white robe, like the most devout believer in a religious temple.
Golden threads were embroidered onto his white boots, outlining the image of the sun and a scepter.
His fitted trousers accentuated his long legs before vanishing beneath the splendid robe.
His upper body was broad, yet even the robe could not conceal his powerful physique.
Young and brimming with strength, handsome without losing his sharpness.
Even a divine son within a temple would be no more than this.
"God does not care." His voice remained clear and cold, carrying a unique resonance.
Like a mountain spring, yet also like the icy water of a deep pool.
Lively, yet cold.
"You seem not to understand what that means." Coleman slowly walked over, approaching the