And almost at the very instant the final stroke was finished.
In the pitch-black underground hall, it was as though a heart had given a violent beat.
Thump-
The Fallen Angel, who was trying with all her might to drive the Magic Array to strike and influence all of Dark Night City, shuddered abruptly. It was as though a sledgehammer had slammed into her consciousness. Her eyes suddenly went blank, and deep within those pitch-black pupils, a struggling soul seemed to be screaming.
Wisps of golden light flashed amid the black energy surging around her body.
Even her black feathers gradually took on a faint golden sheen.
Her power was severely affected, no longer pure.
This change instantly caused the enormous Magic Array in the sky to tremble violently as well. Flecks of mottled holy radiance appeared across its black inscriptions.
"No! This isn't right!!"
In an instant.
Her consciousness snapped into focus. She clenched her teeth, and sinister arcs of black lightning gradually appeared across her face.
She abruptly clutched her head. As though realizing something, she spread her enormous wings and let out a long, piercing cry of pain.
"Something is trying to interfere with me! What is it?! What is it?!"
Her savage gaze suddenly swung around.
It seemed capable of piercing the entire hall and falling directly upon all of Dark Night City beneath the Magic Array.
She had already sensed the main consciousness within her reviving. At that precise moment just now, the resurrection process had suddenly accelerated, and it had begun fiercely contesting her control over the body.
But that was impossible!
The mottled blemishes appearing in the Magic Array could still be explained as a contingency left by the Holy Angel.
But with the Jailer's partial assistance, how could that personality possibly awaken