The Dollhouse's breakthrough raised the entire Legion's morale once again. Although the support of just two Demigods was still far from enough to contend with the corrupted Gods, it was enough to set their blood boiling.
Because it meant hope.
More importantly, which of the Origins who had survived in Hell until now had not been a renowned figure in their own era? The truly weak had long since been swept away by the relentless torrent of the ages. Not a single Origin who had endured until now lacked talent.
Lynn soon appeared as well, offering the Dollhouse his heartfelt congratulations.
The stunning beauty the Dollhouse displayed after her advancement also made Lynn's eyes light up, and he marveled inwardly. I have to say, this feels like raising someone-from a rotten, battered wooden doll at the beginning to a queen brimming with mystery and darkness. It really gives you a peculiar sense of satisfaction.
All the Dolls of the Black Fortress had hurried over, watching their Master's advancement with excitement and envy.
And yet...
Among the crowd, the Doll Girl in a Gothic Dress raised her head, holding up her Black Umbrella as she gazed at Lynn and the Origins of Dark Night City in the sky, silently biting her lip.
She was happier than anyone that her teacher had advanced to Demigod.
But she had also come to understand all too clearly that as Lynn's strength continued to grow, until he became the Leader of the entire Pact, she had long since fallen behind.
Although Lynn still came to see her occasionally.
She could no longer fight beside him and brave life and death with him as she once had.
"Xian Yue, where are you going?"
Her sister caught sight of the departing girl's back and called out in