"Oh my, I never realised you would be talented enough to see them."
Divine Thunder smirked at Ryan, sitting with his hand covering his face, clearly upset.
"This is the magnum opus of my life's work."
Morning Mist looked at Divine Thunder's fluctuating shadow, and though she could not see them clearly, she could make out the vague silhouette of something.
Cesare let out a hiss as he spat, "What are those? What have you done?"
"Interesting, you too can also see it then, well, nothing much I created by sacrificing babies whom I cut off from their mothers' wombs, mothers who were placed in such an environment that all they could drown in hate and despair."
"Though it is surprising to see someone who is cultivating their soul, you righteous lots usually stay away from things like that, though you do not need to worry, as only those with high soul cultivation can fight against my creation; others will not be able to touch it."
