"I accept," Xiao Mu said, his gaze firm as he looked at the angel god.
"You won't regret this. Come with me," the angel said, turning to leave.
"Could you restore my God's Path now?" Xiao Mu asked.
The angel paused, exchanging a glance with its companions above. They nodded. A Titan couldn't ascend to godhood anyway. A Sovereign level Titan posed no threat.
"Very well. Experience the power of the Angel race."
The angel unfurled its eight wings, radiating a gentle, healing holy light, a stark contrast to the destructive power it had wielded earlier.
The light flowed towards Xiao Mu. He knew it could restore his God's Path, but he also knew the insidious nature of angelic power, its ability to subtly influence the mind.
This was likely why they had agreed to heal him so readily.
As the angel focused on channeling the healing energy, a cold look flashed across Xiao Mu's face. This was his chance.
