บท 77: Eris

"So, what do you think?"

The man with silver-blonde hair, his face concealed by a hood emitting an ethereal white glow, couldn't help but shiver.

His ten white wings behind his back trembled, and some of his feathers slightly darkened as he attempted to peer into the dark hole with cracks marring the once pristine white sky.

The atmosphere was heavy with an unsettling aura, and the air itself seemed to whisper secrets of an impending doom.

He kneeled to the ground, overcome by the intense pressure emanating from the dark hole.

The man began to puke and expel his divine energy, and what emerged was a pure dark miasma, wriggling slightly as if possessing a life of its own.

The golden-haired woman standing beside him swiftly reacted, raising her energy to erase the black miasma while simultaneously healing the man in the process.