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In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

They didn't run; they walked in small, polite circles, laughing in a way that sounded practiced. "They don't know," Ressi said, a lump forming in his throat. "They’ve never touched the dirt. They think this is what a tree is." "In the City of Chuma," the Architect’s voice echoed through the plaza, "we have perfected the Wild. We have removed the thorns. We have removed the rot. We have given you the Beauty without the Burden." The Monument of the God In the heart of the plaza stood a statue that towered hundreds of feet into the artificial sky. It was a monument to the Sovereign Architect.

(The hallway now opens into a gigantic mausoleum that seems to have multiple army soldiers walking around, as if guarding this place. Towards the back is an altar that seems to be worshipping the goddess...Izanami. Juno is seen walking Dantzler towards this altar, as a single man is seen standing at the top of it. His arms are spread wide and with his head leaning back. His eyes are closed; he's semmingly in a trance, chanting as if in the middle of a prayer. Every so often a faint hum is heard ringing from the statue of Izanami.)

he answers patiently. Levi leaves me on the ground when we reach the center of the lake, where the dome protecting the statue of the goddess Luna stands. There are small benches all around, and right in the center, surrounding the statue of the Goddess, a flower garden. "I didn't remember it was so beautiful," I say, admiring the stone statue, which is covered with moss. The goddess looks up at the sky. The moon's glow is right above her at this moment. "Did you used to come here?" Levi asks.

Xiao Chen once again moved forward and slashed the core of the statue, completely destroying it. SLASSSHHHH... CLLANGG The sword and spear collided, creating flashes from both weapons. The god of war, who seemed aware that his enemy wanted to end it quickly, did not weaken. With his free hand, he aimed a punch at the statue's face. The statue was shocked, not expecting Xiao Chen's Soul to use a fist to hit it. This was tantamount to underestimating a sword user, but Xiao Chen, who could use various weapons, didn't really care about that. As long as he could defeat his enemy, why should such things be considered dishonorable? The war god's fist destroyed the statue's head, but that didn't mea

He added, "It's not that I'm reluctant to share my experience of the Solar Titan Physique with you. It's just that there's no easy way to explain it. The broken stele is the crucial element. "When you visualize a deity controlling nine suns in your mind, that's when you've grasped a glimmer of the opportunity to cultivate the Solar Titan Physique. When you have some free time, go and meditate near the stele." Apollo nodded gravely. "Gideon, you take care as well. Now that you've mastered the Solar Titan Physique, you're nearly invincible. But don't be overconfident or reckless. Remember. There's always someone better, and there are always higher mountains.

He stepped back and bowed low "You may both go in for the temple must be empty now. May Psagon the god of love answer your prayers." Emilia patted his hand. She and Octavius moved to the now empty temple where the statue of the handsome, lean-muscled god who had naught but a loincloth hanging loose around his hips, In his hand was a fresh sprig that held one single bud of a flower. At his feet lay flowers and jars of honey left behind by those who had come to seek his favor.

At the center of the crumbling sanctuary stood a towering statue — a nightmarish yet strangely beautiful god with a humanoid torso and a lower body that dissolved into a mass of thick, coiling tentacles. Evelyn’s breath caught as she stepped closer. The statue was carved from dark, almost black stone that seemed to drink in the fading sunlight. The god’s face was serene and androgynous, with full lips and closed eyes. But it was the tentacles that held her gaze, dozens of them, thick and ridged, some curled lazily, others reaching outward as if frozen mid-motion. Between the statue’s thighs, a large, smooth opening marked what could only be its groin, surrounded by smaller, more delicate ten

A knot lodged between his silver brows upon seeing that he was the first one to arrive aside from the apprentices who were flying from one point to the other like a horde of mad dogs as if they were being chased by something with horns. The moment he arrived at the peak of the Mt. Zaar, his eyes could not help but wander around him. The cobblestones were made from gold and silver, making it glow upon the sunlight sheen while the absence of the walls and the ceiling made the seven gigantic statues to be the only imposing things at the center of the vast place. Before each statue was a chair meant for the guardian angel depicted by the enormous statue. And the high chairs were tall enough to m