On the frozen surface of Ice Lake, Aegifura floated midair, her frosty white hair flowing back with the cold, wild wind.
She possessed a beauty that could overthrow cities and a figure unparalleled in the world.
Yet she was only a few meters tall, and among the vast demon army stationed in the distance, any random one would be dozens, if not hundreds, of times her size.
However, it was such a being, whose size severely clashed with the norm, whose aura spread far and wide, that no demon dared ignore.
Within the nine Magatama-filled, purple eyes, the two "sin" characters were genuinely authentic.
The divine fluctuations swirling around her matched, and perhaps even surpassed, those of the King of Envy.
"It's impossible! At the Seven Lords' Council, you were clearly a Sacred Voidal Conduit!"
"Even with a magical artifact, even if you advanced once by luck to Minor Saintly Perfection, why is your divinity on par with mine?!"
