“Miss Violet! Please don’t be stubborn! Really… sizzle… there’s no time left!”

As Violet suppressed Sethlin, who was desperately trying to break free from the seal, she was amazed at her level of power. At the same time, facing the blurry residual shadow of the Archangel, she showed a pleased smile.

“You’re right, I am indeed a stubborn person. Not only am I stubborn, but I’m also hypocritical and indifferent. I don’t care how many strangers die. But if there’s someone I wish to survive, even if it means taking on more risks, I’ll definitely give it a try.”

“I cannot betray a comrade who fights desperately for our cause, even if it’s her own wish. I cannot let a friend who has walked with me all this way sacrifice herself for the so-called greater good.”

A golden light condensed in her palm, forming an elegant and sacred white staff, matching the girl’s confident smile.

“Because, I will crush all of our enemies.”

“Sizzle… sizzle… You truly are… unimaginable… sizzle…”

The residual shadow of the Archangel could no longer hold on. With a sound of shattering, it dispersed into countless white lights along with the pseudo-god realm. But from her blurry lips before disappearing, Violet read a hint of smile, along with Minerva’s final wish.

【So, I entrust Lady Seth to you.】

“So which Seth were you talking about in the end…”

There was no more response. In the moment the sacred figure of the Archangel dissipated, the turquoise diamond-shaped crystal, along with the barrier shrouding the Temple of the Skies, shattered with a resounding bang!

The transparent wall that was set against the night sky was smashed open, and a woman dressed in tattered sacrificial robes, covered in numerous wounds, fell in, scattering debris everywhere.

“Tila!!”

The Feathered Emperor Estini was greatly alarmed. She was hit by the half-dragon Rosa, sending her flying with her spear. She crashed heavily into the unprotected transparent palace wall, raising a cloud of dust.

The punches of a half-dragon were not easy to take, even for the Feathered Emperor, who surpassed the high ranks. Despite the protection of her battle robe, Estini still spat out a mouthful of blood. However, he paid no attention to this, instead rushing to the fallen high priestess, assisting her anxiously and feeding her a small bottle of magical potion.

“Tila! Are you okay?”

“Cough… I-I’m fine, but the Divine Core… I’m sorry, sister, I lost.”

The effect of the potion was very apparent. After drinking it, except for some large wounds still surrounded by gray aura, the smaller injuries on the high priestess’s body quickly healed, turning into fair skin.

However, both Estini and the high priestess, whom she called Tila, wore looks of despair and unwillingness. After all, even with Tila’s protection, she had lost to the opponent in a direct battle. Moreover, for some reason, that fleeting angelic shadow that shattered so quickly…

“Oh dear, what a pity~ If you could unleash the full power of the divine essence, the outcome might still be uncertain. However, you are just a mere mortal, how could you withstand the full power of divinity? Little girl, this time you can’t stop me~”

Gray ribbons and skirts fluttered freely in the air as the familiar girl with emerald green hair, eyes shining like gray jade, descended slowly into the palace through the hole made by Tila.

With a playful smirk, she looked at the high priestess, who had just been engaged in a fierce battle with her, and at Estini, who was protecting Tila with his spear. In her hand, she held a turquoise diamond-shaped crystal that shimmered with a greenish light, resembling a miniature version of the one that had just shattered in the center of the hall.

This should be the fragment of the Goddess of Earth’s divine essence stored within the high priestess, the one-third shard, which, as expected, had been taken by her.

Sethlin only glanced at the two winged people before her, then returned her gaze dreamily to the emerald jade in her hand, her face flushed.

“Ah~ Such a familiar power, this pulsating sensation… Are you also eager to merge with this body? I know… I’ve known for over a thousand years. Today, I will finally return to the position of the major god!”

“Praise it! Mortals, you should be grateful to witness this glorious moment with your own eyes!”

“Stellar Spear!!”

The only response to her was a full-force strike thrown by Estini.

“Foolish~”

The Goddess of Withering didn’t even look at her opponent, simply extending her hand to grasp the sixth-rank magic spear, which was forcefully held in her palm. Countless gray mists surged out, instantly engulfing and devouring the spear.

“I originally thought you had some skill and considered making you mine. But… since you’re so ignorant, then hurry up and die, descendant of betrayers.”

Sethlin sneered disdainfully. The gray mists that had consumed the Stellar Spear swelled in the wind, transforming into identical, yet sharper and more resilient spears, with a dark gray hue. They flew towards the inevitable Feathered Emperor!

Estini gritted her teeth, swinging her immobile sister away and holding her spear in front of her, fearless.

“Come! Even if we die, what do we have to fear as the White Feathers!”

“Sister! No!!!”

Amid Tila’s desperate and despairing screams, there came a faint, but particularly helpless sigh.

“Hey hey… What’s with this back-and-forth? Do I have such a low presence?”

A golden light curtain rose abruptly, preemptively blocking the path of the countless gray spears before they could hit their targets.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The resounding explosions echoed like a torrential rain, but despite being bombarded relentlessly, the sudden emergence of the light curtain stood firm. Even though occasional fine cracks appeared at the points of impact, they were instantly repaired in the next moment.

Is this… a head-on collision?

Even the self-assured Goddess of Withering, slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes. Guided by the aura, she, possessing a powerful divine soul, effortlessly located the person who had intervened.

“Huh? It’s actually you… Interesting, you’ve returned to the Sky City from the far north so quickly. You slipped up, huh? You, could it be that you possess spatial-type divine arts?”

Leaving the bewildered Kunnir behind, the priestess and her pet arrived beside the Feathered Emperor’s sisters. With a mischievous grin, she casually grabbed her staff and stood with her hands on her hips.

“Hehe, you’re allowed to play dirty tricks but won’t allow others to retaliate, huh? Can’t even think of that? That’s all you got?”

For Violet, it wasn’t surprising at all that Seth recognized her. That ability called the pseudo-god realm, although the other party had claimed it was just a recording at the time, if not even a bit of information could be transmitted back, that would have been truly suspicious.

“Hmph…”

The divine being floating in the air pursed their lips but said nothing. Instead, it was the priestess named Tila who widened her eyes and looked at the black-haired girl beside her, her eyebrows betraying her genuine surprise.

“Little Violet? My goodness! How did you get up here without my guidance? So, you’re this skilled!”