At this moment, I felt a chill down my spine.
Even though it was just a guess, this speculation was enough to unsettle me.
The deity grasped my hand and led me to the center of the chapel. The ritual began, and I felt heat spreading throughout my body.
I had never felt such nervousness before; it seemed as if this world was a trap set just for me.
"Whoosh—"
White, feather-like tendrils burst from my spine. I began to feel dizzy. The deity stood before me, steadying my shoulders.
"What exactly are you doing...?" I asked.
"Starting the ritual, of course. What else?" The deity replied, "I am bestowing upon you the power an angel should have; naturally, there will be some physical reactions."
But I could not be at ease.
I moved my right hand, and the Sword of Yarman appeared in my grasp, the sword's tip pointing forward, aimed at the deity's chest. The deity did not advance even a step, merely holding my shoulders. We maintained our confrontation stance.
