In the Angelic Plane.
A woman clad in black sat in a pristine white room, a playful yet sadistic smile plastered on her lips as her golden eyes reflected the projection of a handsome youth engaged in a fight with a dwarf.
"Hehehe," she giggled to herself as she observed the handsome youth seemingly at a disadvantage. His strikes appeared ineffective against his opponent, which was unexpected.
Ossa's rage had blinded him. His boiling anger prevented his true strength from manifesting; whether through magic or aura, it required a clear mind to function effectively. No matter how powerful a weapon, in the hands of a novice, it was no better than a twig.
She continued to watch, her smile slowly fading as she noticed something.
"This deus seed," she remarked, a visible frown creasing her brow.
Enraged, she leaned closer to the large screen, but before she could take any action, she quickly turned, sensing a presence behind her.
