"Speak, tell me!"
"Aztemo, stop dawdling, return obediently to your body, isn't this also a path to evolution?"
Wayne, using Aztemo's face, said, "Corrupting you was purely accidental, as an apology, I can offer unreasonable demands, let's sit down and discuss properly, just say what you want."
Aztemo did not speak, swinging the Death Scythe in her hand, intangible waves flickered, splitting her body in two.
White foam wriggled, two 'Aztemo's stood up, proving through action that she was shaped by Wayne and could never return.
Plop!
One of the 'Aztemo's melted into black mud.
Wayne harnessed the Goddess's body, his legs melting, the entire body pale, under the graceful female curves, a vertical line split at the chest, and a Great Eyeball slowly opened.
Rip!
The twelfth layer of the sky, the pale canopy tore, and a massive Magic Eye looked down.
