Her face bore a Madonna-like benevolent smile on one side, while the other half was distorted as if plagued by torment.
More frighteningly, this stunning woman's chest down to her abdomen showed no trace of flesh, with exposed bloodied ribs and organs inside twisting and writhing with a frenzy that drives one mad.
This is the Goddess of Love and Transformation, Sifreya.
The intense presence of the deity was so overwhelming that merely exchanging glances with Imre made him instinctively aware of her identity.
He felt like his thoughts were about to come to a standstill.
It was hard to imagine what trials love and transformation itself must endure to end up in such a tragic state.
This is a god!
A deity that has never been truly killed throughout history!
With the might of the gods far surpassing ordinary beings, it's not just a matter of trying to kill them; even after a Divine Descent, few existences can slay a Divine Incarnation.
