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Diabolo stared at the illustration on the page, his heart in turmoil.
What had he seen?
An extraordinarily beautiful woman sat on a Throne with her eyes gently closed.
Behind her shimmered dreamlike white wings, slightly spread as though they could envelop the entire sky.
One, two, three... thirteen, fourteen.
Fourteen pairs of dreamlike wings, like those of an Angel. Beautiful, brilliant, dazzling.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Diabolo could hear his own heartbeat clearly. In that instant, almost everything else vanished from his mind. All he could see was the woman.
His vision blurred. In his mind, a woman appeared, seated atop the myriad worlds and gazing down upon all living beings. Her eyes were deep, yet filled with compassion.
"Why does she seem so familiar..." he murmured. His fingers brushed the image on the page as he sank into thought.
He was certain he had never seen this woman before. Yet strangely, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.
As though he had met her once.
But where?
Images of countless women he had encountered since arriving in the Abyss flashed before his eyes. None gave him an answer.
Scritch.
His finger made a harsh sound against the page. When Diabolo lowered his head and looked at the image again, the woman no longer stirred that breathtaking feeling in him. She seemed merely an unusual human.
A line beneath the illustration was written in the language of the Divine Realm—Runewords.