This is the core of the Divine Soul of the Goddess of Abundance.
Or rather—
the "Heart of God"
It wasn't until this moment that she recalled the opening words Shiayar had spoken to her earlier.
"This place is actually your inner self."
In other words, your own Heart of God.
The most precious core of every deity, forming the concept of "self" in the Fabled Creature, has already been invaded by the other party at some unknown time.
At this very moment, her entire soul and mind were held in the hands of Shiayar in the form of a divine incarnation.
Then, in a completely unguarded state, she allowed Shiayar to erode, rewrite, and freely harvest her soul and mind.
"Don't worry."
"Although this is my first time doing it, the concept of a soul shouldn't involve any sense of pain, right?"
"So, it's okay—"
"Just a minor surgery, it won't hurt much."
Snap—
Shiayar snapped his fingers lightly.
The next moment.
Wisps of gray fog transformed into delicate gray threads.
