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Why, why. Why? Fiego thought. Its head spun in a panic as it pressed its face to the ground.
The Spirit God Beatrice was master of all spirits, the living embodiment of the Spirit Realm itself. Ordinarily, they never revealed their presence here; Beatrice was a watcher, an existence that remained beyond the veil, observing from afar.
On the rarest of occasions, they might appear in the Spirit Realm, but that happened only once every few centuries, if that. Yet, of all possible moments, Beatrice had chosen to show themselves now—right when a barbarian had stepped foot in their world.
Just my luck, Fiego thought bitterly, shuddering as though cold sweat were rolling down its back—despite the fact that, as a spirit of fire, it couldn’t actually sweat at all. The silence that filled the air was suffocating, clouding Fiego’s mind with terror.
However, while Fiego was paralyzed by dread, Ketal was thoroughly delighted.
The Spirit God, huh? Ketal thought. This was only the second time he had stood before a god. Kalosia had descended by borrowing the body of their Saintess—so, technically, this was the first time Ketal had ever faced a god in person, not just an avatar.
He studied Beatrice with open curiosity, and Beatrice, in turn, studied him. For a...
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