"What's wrong? You two know about the Celestials?" Galacta found their reactions a little strange.
"I do." Mercer nodded. "Because Diablo is a Celestial."
"Huh?"
Galacta turned toward Diablo in surprise and carefully sensed the energy within him.
"You really are a Celestial. Your energy is just so weak that I didn't notice at first."
Diablo opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He was at his peak, after all. How had he somehow become weak in her eyes?
Wanting to explain his strength, Diablo stepped forward and was about to speak.
"Need something?" Galacta gave him a somewhat disdainful glance and asked flatly.
At that instant, Diablo felt an overwhelming pressure radiate from Galacta.
It pinned him down, leaving him unable to move.
Under Galacta's oppressive aura, Diablo couldn't move at all. He couldn't even open his mouth to speak.
He was clearly struggling to break free, dark blue energy constantly rising from his body in clouds of mist.
For all the flashy effects, he showed no sign of being able to straighten up. Galacta's invisible pressure even forced him to bend farther and farther at the waist.
"Hey, hey, that's enough. Don't give him too hard a time."
Mercer spoke up.
Only after hearing him did Galacta withdraw her oppressive energy, allowing Diablo some relief.
Ignoring his sorry state, Galacta looked at Mercer.
"We haven't been apart that long. How did you end up meeting a Celestial?"
Mercer told Galacta the whole story, leaving her clicking her tongue in amazement.
"You're really lucky, running into a Celestial like that... Oh, right, I also came to tell you that Earth in our universe has a Celestial Seed too, and it's about to emerge."
"Why so soon?" Mercer asked in confusion.
Since Mercer already had a Celestial with him, Galacta