Feiore was indeed petrified.
In mythological tales, there was talk of deities creating humans from clay, but that was said to involve deities. If a magician could accomplish such a thing, it certainly wasn't a magician Feiore could contend with. Moreover, she worried she had already drawn the attention of this being, prompting her to seek help immediately.
"Transformed into clay?"
Hearing this, Duanmu Huai furrowed his brows.
"Did you bring it?"
"Ah, yes..."
Feiore raised her hands and passed over a bag. Duanmu Huai reached out, took the bag, and opened it. Inside, he indeed found something resembling clay.
"......…Hmm?"
Duanmu reached in, pulled out the clay, and slightly furrowed his forehead. The moment he touched the clay, he sensed a hint of divinity within it, though very faint—imperceptible to most people. However, as a deity, Duanmu Huai, of course, wasn't surprised by such an aura.
But, do deities still exist in this era?
