"You're too late. The Abyss Node Device has already been taken."
Orson's eyes narrowed.
A pale-skinned woman with long silver hair appeared, supported by a few adventurers. She waved them off and limped toward Orson with a simple, unimpressive cane.
She was missing her right arm, her left leg, and one of her eyes—her body ravaged as if torn apart by some beast. She looked unnatural, even grotesque.
And yet, the power radiating from her was overwhelming.
White flames burned faintly around her, warm rather than hostile.
But what truly stunned everyone were the six white wings on her back—scarred, feathers disheveled, each one looking like it had endured a thousand battles.
"Orson… former head of the Wise Angels. A God-modified being."
Bradley's expression shifted. "That's her—get ready for a fight!"
He motioned for the others to prepare themselves.
