Playtime had to end eventually.
Since Sellen happened to be here, and the Northen Family had ample materials and technology, Horace decided to prepare the Formless Mother's body now.
In Sellen's workshop, Horace stood before a specially made workbench.
A body floated above the center of the workbench.
It looked like a human girl of about twelve or thirteen, with a slender build.
Her hair was red as fire and reached her waist. Naturally, her eyes were red too. Red Hair... ahem.
Horace shook off his wandering thoughts and raised both hands.
Dark golden light shone at his fingertips-the power of the Law of Restraint-and began flowing into the body.
This was the "avatar" he had personally crafted for the Formless Mother.
Horace had deliberately chosen the petite build for Red Hair, who had red hair and red eyes. He hoped that a petite appearance would minimize the influence this Outer God might exert while moving about on the surface.
After all, if an ancient being who craved wounds and blood all day long and wanted to experience "precious pain" appeared as an adult woman, heaven knew how much trouble she would cause.
A little girl's build would at least make her restrain herself a little?
Probably.
Horace honestly wasn't sure himself.
In a corner of the workshop, Daphne was crouching.
She stared fixedly at the little girl's body on the workbench as power flowed into it.
"Hmph..."
Sellen turned to glance at her and sighed.
"Daphne, stop it. We're doing serious work here."
"Mother hardly pats my head anymore. All day long, it's 'Lilith' this and 'Lilith' that..."
When she said the name "Lilith," the jealousy in her voice practically spilled over.
A few days earlier, when Horace had asked the Formless Mother what name she wanted, the Outer