Wayne's old face reddened at those words. Faced with individuals of exceptionally high moral character, such as Rone, Mula, Oli, and other God-chosen Knights, or Anna-Stasia, the Moonlight figure, he always felt an overwhelming sense of inadequacy, leaving him somewhat flustered.
Of course, this did not hinder him from continuing to corrupt the Goddess of Death. Now that she had fallen into his hands, the Goddess of Death was bound to taste the bitterness of consequences.
"By the way, the Goddess created Yuliya long ago—did she foresee this day coming?" Wayne was intrigued by the notion, his intuition telling him that the Goddess of Death surely had her own plans.
In the ongoing faith wars, 'gods' had perished batch after batch. Those who survived to this day were without exception cunning and formidable. Look no further than the Sky Goddess in his grasp—fragile little blossoms couldn't endure this long.
