Farosa's mind was in turmoil, her thoughts tossed into a metaphorical blender, leaving her with nothing but fragmented pieces.
With great difficulty, she had devoured a god and obtained the most complete divine power, but now it sat stagnantly within her like congealed meat broth that had cooled, and was continuously slipping away, urgently in need of replenishment.
She pounced on Xu Yang, performing a good deed to divert her attention. Xu Yang was intoxicated by Farosa's body, while Farosa became increasingly composed, pondering alone after they had finished.
With her limited experience using divine power, she needed help. But if she were to grovel for aid from the Ancient Mystics, her career as a witch would be over. Better to figure it out on her own.
