If only their Qi wasn't frozen... they would've long performed a sound-blocking technique, sealing themselves away from this humiliating drama.
But seeing that she didn't respond to his question, Ileus decided it was time to get on with it.
Among all the ten gods, he was the strongest—and the coldest. His command over Mana allowed him to use all elemental skills effortlessly. He had no near-fatal weaknesses, making him the most dangerous of them all.
"So I'll take your silence as a yes," Ileus said calmly, placing his thumb gently on her forehead.
Immediately, her body lit up in golden radiance. The glow pulsed for three seconds... then vanished.
She fell from his telekinetic grasp—but softly, landing on her feet.
And in that moment, Lia felt something shift within her. Something deep.
The connection she once had with the God of Dao... was gone.
Vanished.
In its place, she now felt tethered to him. Ileus. The god of Mana.
