"Ah! Whose little puppy is this? How pitiful!"
Just as the last flicker of Grey Wolf's soul-fire was about to go out, a voice of incomparable clarity suddenly rang out.
Anyone who heard that voice—even the most savage, malicious, filthy person in the world—would find it soothing and pleasant. An indescribable coolness and purity welled up from the depths of their soul, instantly washing away the grime and impurity in their hearts.
The Dead Sea God Clan was dumbfounded.
One by one, they stared helplessly at the newcomer.
Before them, at some unknown moment, a woman in an exotic pink-and-white straight-collared robe with large floral sleeves had drifted over. A gauze veil covered her face. It was exceedingly transparent, yet no one could see the features behind it with complete clarity. In their daze, it seemed both illusory and wondrous. At first glance, the woman looked very young, but upon closer inspection, she seemed to possess the mature kindness of a parent who had come to understand life. The more one looked at her, the more mysterious she became; the more one looked, the more startled one grew. Her eyes were clearer and more lively than any the Dead Sea God Clan had ever seen, their black and white especially distinct, mischievous and captivating, as though they might speak at any moment. If she looked at even the most vicious monster, an uncontrollable joy would rise from the depths of its heart, as though this life had already been worth living and it could die at dawn without regrets.
No one could refuse her arrival.
Intimidated by the furious glare of the Dead Sea Guardian Supreme, the gods desperately hardened their hearts before barely managing to stop themselves from going up to greet her.
"Y-you, who are you?" The Dead