At the moment the words fell, a stunningly exquisite cup genuinely appeared beside the World Light, filled with swaying grape wine from within, the fragrance permeating everywhere, as if instantly plunging the entire space into a forest of wine and meat.
A smile appeared on World Light's face, and then the entire body twisted once more, transforming completely into the original form of the Niger Race, the small mouth on the forehead continuously opened and closed, from which ancient chanting echoed.
As the chant resonated, beneath World Light, vast expanses of black flames emerged, within which countless indistinguishable 'spirits' cried toward the sky, emitting sounds akin to weeping.
Indescribable sadness, pain, despair spread within the flames, these emotions seemingly becoming fuel, making the fire burn all the more fiercely.
