Selma Payne's POV:
To be honest, I was not sure if it was true, but who could suddenly break into my dream and use moonlight to guide me in mastering power?
I didn't want to appear too full of myself, but there was still a new mark formed from the old mark in my body. Although it was no longer effective, wasn't it a sign of extreme piety to fuse the goddess' mark into my flesh and blood? Who knew? Maybe the goddess was taking pity on me because of this?
To prove my words, I performed a 'heavy snow' for them on the spot.
As the negative impurities in my body had almost been completely removed, I could only produce a few scattered snowflakes this time. They were gone after covering the table.
At this moment, I could feel that the small stream in my body was flowing in a clear and full of vitality.
I'd finally absorbed and purified all the power in that demonic fragment.
