But everything had gone unexpectedly smoothly, so smoothly that even she felt a little surprised. After hearing her intentions, that woman had remained extraordinarily calm. Her sole request was exceedingly simple. One could even say that purpose was the only meaning left in her existence.
"I want her dead."
Her eyes had been so numb then that they were frightening.
In the dim hall, the newborn had already been delivered. Mirror wore a face veil, revealing only her utterly composed eyes as she continually observed the soulless child in the growth accelerator. Her fingers adjusted the instrument's various parameters, ensuring the stability of his bloodline while accelerating his growth at the highest possible rate.
She was becoming more and more like Tyrael.
Even Tyrael had looked surprised when she proposed using that woman to complete this final Vessel. But that expression had soon turned into a cold, gratified smile.
Someone with a goal.
Someone utterly unyielding.
When she truly decided to cast aside every moral restraint and devote herself wholeheartedly to this cruel work, the potential and talent she unleashed were immense.
"The probability of Blood Collapse has been reduced to a minimum. Integration with the Outer God's Blood is good. Growth acceleration efficiency is normal."
Mirror calmly observed the child's various responses.
She also recorded the experiment's various parameters in the notebook in her hand. All of this would become experience she could use to create better Vessels.
And when the infant inside the instrument passed through the most dangerous period of Blood Collapse, gradually growing into an adolescent and reaching his final form, her heart, which had been taut for days, finally found a brief moment of relief. An immense wave of exhaustion swept over her in an instant, leaving her body swaying and her mind on the