In a world that resembled an oil painting, Lumian-na and Suzanne clashed fiercely.
But a full two Sequences separated them. Suzanne had even drawn infinitely close to becoming a demigod; she was now effectively a Sequence 5 with a trace of divinity. Lumian-na was naturally no match for her and could only rack her brains to buy time.
Meanwhile, Termiboros kept speaking in her mind, trying to offer her hints. But no matter how he tried to persuade her, Lumian-na acted as though she had heard nothing, ignoring every hint he offered.
Her earlier claim that she would do the opposite of whatever Termiboros said had, of course, only been a joke meant to tease him.
Lumian-na's real intention was to ignore Termiboros completely, preventing anything he said from influencing her.
Lumian-na had never underestimated an Angel. She knew that, given the vast gulf in their experience, even the slightest informational disadvantage could plunge her into irredeemable ruin.
As she struggled against Suzanne, Lumian-na also searched for a way out. If she truly became trapped here, then even if she dealt with Charlotte Calvino, she would have no way to escape the ritual Suzanne had prepared for her.
This ritual was certainly not as simple as killing her and offering her to their Mother Tree as a blood sacrifice. Its purpose was to imprison her here.
It was like being trapped inside a creature's stomach, waiting for the Mother Tree of Desire to slowly digest her.
Just then, Lumian-na saw a speck of starlight shine in the distance. The already tattered Flesh Robe on her body seemed to suddenly come alive. It slipped off her of its own accord and drifted uncontrollably toward the illusory scene where the Golden Rooster Hotel stood.
Within the frozen, oil-painting world, a figure in