Moon Fairy could not help but lift his gaze to behold the Great Mother. There she stood, her hair like a waterfall cascading six feet down, skin pale as snow, her visage strikingly beautiful yet marred by a hollow, tentative gaze.1

She was garbed in a floral dress that fluttered in the breeze, her fingers unusually long. Though tall, she was not imposing but delicately formed, just right...0

To Moon Fairy, she appeared as a gentle older sister burdened with worries, her presence seemingly distant. Not even a hint of the stench of decay could be detected.0

"To conceal such a stench as a corpse demon, that's no small feat," Moon Fairy mused silently.0

So far, he had encountered three corpse demons.0

The first was Forbidden Fate, the most primitive, utterly lacking disguise and never having morphed into human form, the lowest potential out of all of them.0

Then, there was Pale...0