Next up was Ange, the Serpent of Misfortune, God of Life, Gold Titan, Shamara (Luna), the Fake Goddess of Harvest (Lisa), God of Fraudsters, Witch, Great Sage, Flash Feiti, Disc Harvey... and Locke (Master of Annihilation) who came from afar to lend a helping hand.
In the Void, faced with such an assembly, the fate of the Chaotic Holy Spirit was predictable. The scene was too tragic to (lazily) bear writing...
Time lazily and leisurely passed, and over half a year went by.
"Lorca, from now on this is your home. We've divided many pure chambers with waterproof silk membranes, and each one is filled with pure water. If one gets polluted, you can immediately move to a new chamber. Are you satisfied with this?" Negris said with a smile that could deceive a child.
But the 'child' being deceived willingly accepted being duped. In a clean crystal bottle, the spherical Lorca popped its head out of the opening, nodding impatiently.
