Myrilla followed the piece of love in her hands to its source. The first thing Myrilla saw upon arrival was the same wounded man now surrounded by beautiful women. Two human women, an elf woman from the nine solar lotuses, a Starchild, and an origin fairy. Leaving aside the first two, the rest were women who belonged to very special races, a rare sight even for a Celestial like Myrilla.
Having traveled throughout the multiverse for tens of thousands of years, Myrilla had seen it all, or so she believed. However, that alignment was still slightly surprising to her. Myrilla could also feel the intense love that all these women felt for the dying man, which brought the angel a smile. As an angel of love, nothing made her happier.
Being the cheerful soul she was, Myrilla voiced her thoughts out loud. "Wow, I really didn't expect to find so many beautiful girls when I arrived. This guy has really been blessed by love."
