Bone becomes steel, blood turns to crystal, the bone armor born of revenge on the Angel became the finest material.
The Cursed Blood turned into the most precise surgical knife and forging hammer, beginning to forge and reshape everything. Xue Dili understood this pain, but the Angel didn't make a sound.
Perhaps the pain now is less than a fraction of that of slowly rotting away on the Divine Tree.
"If this ends smoothly, I'll have a friend come and teach you how to become a leader," Xue Dili said.
The Angel remained silent, as Xue Dili continued to speak, easing her inner pressure.
"That was the Magic Emperor from an Otherworld, but his Empire fell within over a decade. He never understood the reason for its fall and sought answers for peace everywhere, so in another world, he temporarily found a way to achieve peace." Xue Dili thought of that abstract world, his lips twitched,
