Diana trembled uncontrollably, her gaze fixed on the lower body of the God of Curse and Flame. Her mind was a whirlwind of repulsion and resistance.
But right now, she had no strength left to fight back. Faced with the God's grasp, there was nowhere she could escape.
Was she really going to be publicly humiliated like this? Was she truly about to become a tool for these mortals to vent their desires, forced to endure their filthy acts day after day?
"No… it can't be. Who can save me…"
Her thoughts began to drift involuntarily, imagining a divine figure descending from the heavens, standing on clouds, rescuing her, and annihilating all the fallen gods—just like the fantasies she once had when she was still a little girl and had yet to ascend to divinity.