The golden liquid seeped away from the goddess's body, flowing back into the pool.
Seeing the familiar goddess with short golden hair—now without the tiny black and white streaks—dressed in a knee-length black gown as dark as night with rough edges at the hem, Aurora's eyes widened in shock.
She looked eerily similar to Ilse.
As the goddess opened her eyes, another pressure wave enveloped the chamber.
CRACK!
In an instant, Aurora's barrier shattered. Before she could reinforce it, the pressure slammed into her, knocking her to the ground with a heavy gasp. Her sceptre slipped from her grasp and landed a short distance away.
Orion lay unconscious on the ground, blood oozing from the cracks in his morphic puppet armour, staining his face.
The crimson greatsword had sunk deeper into the earth.
Seeing Orion's condition, Aurora's expression morphed, then twisted into rage.
