Digesting the Divine Fruit to transform one's own bloodline origin requires quite some time, and this fruit had detached from Lin Suo's Magic Ring·World Tree.
So the moment Metatron swallowed it.
He felt it.
"Things have taken a new turn..."
What happened exactly, Lin Suo did not know, but he understood that from this moment on, the Pantheon would have one more of his assistants.
The gift of fate had already been marked with a price in the shadows.
In the Divine Prison Punishment Room.
Uruer was covered in pus-filled boils, smelled foul, and slouched on the punishment chair like a dead dog, his chest ripped open, and a spiral blade fixing him onto the chair from below.
His gaze was dull and foolish, with saliva continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth.
For Uruer, what has been the past several days felt like thousands of years due to Lin Suo's Time Witchcraft coupled with the Curse system witchcraft, almost completely shattering Uruer's spirit.
