At that moment.
Tyrael's expression shifted in shock, his earlier composure gone.
Mirror's expression quickly returned to calm.
"You never stop to think, because all you see is that meat. But I'm different. I became an Evil Spirit like this long ago. Everyone else's first Origin Substance is implanted in their brain, but mine has been in my soul from the moment I obtained it."
And if an Authority could be considered an Origin Substance in some sense.
Then from the moment it was forged, it already had its own master, becoming a lifelong bond.
If you were its master.
Then even the frailest body could wield its divine might, because it acknowledged you.
But if you weren't...
Then no matter what methods you used, no matter what connections you established to deceive it, you could never make it a weapon in your hands.
Because it had never been yours.
Tyrael looked shaken, his chest heaving.
"You're saying..."
Mirror said calmly:
"I don't know. Perhaps it's only my imagination, my conjecture. But perhaps there is no such thing as a [Perfect Vessel] in this world."
She did not linger on the subject, her deep gaze turning toward him.
"To me, trying to steal an Outer God's power with a mortal body is an absurd fantasy to begin with. If someone hopes to use something like this to defy fate and change their destiny, that is true absurdity."
"Because from the moment the concept of a vessel appeared, wasn't its purpose to allow those higher beings to descend into reality?"
Tyrael could not say a word.
He instinctively wanted to refute her, yet he could not utter a single word.
Her suspicion, in particular, struck him like a crushing blow, because if it was truly confirmed, it would mean that everything