My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 1902

Kilmort slowly turned his head. The praying girl was now floating in the air, her eyes glowing. As she shone with radiant light, wings began sprouting from her back.

"What the heck is happening?!" Vilgoth was stunned as he took two steps back.

Kilmort kicked the knight aside. He then grabbed an old camera and snapped a photo of the girl before rushing toward Vilgoth.

"We have to go now! Hurry, get out of her attack range," Kilmort shouted.

Despite not fully understanding the situation, since Kilmort said to retreat, Vilgoth hurriedly followed him.

The floating girl raised her arm, and a golden ripple rapidly surged toward them. Despite their frantic escape, they failed to get out of the attack's range. Instantly, their vision went black.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves at the edge of a cliff. When they looked back up at the cliff, the girl was still floating in the air.

"Jump off," she said, her voice laced with divine authority and an irresistible allure. She sounded like a mirage to a desperate traveler in the desert, offering both hope and despair. Slowly, the two of them began walking toward the edge of the cliff.

"A power that can influence even quasi-god level beings! Impressive, very impressive," came a voice from behind the girl all of a sudden.

Startled, the girl turned around. "Who... are you?"

"Me? I'm the lowest-ranking member of the Unyielding Truth, Kilmort Star, Zaafea," Kilmort replied absentmindedly.

"It seems there's some discrepancy in the data. The maximum distance is a few meters more than what was stated. Conceptual data truly can't be relied upon."

Angela's gaze hardened, and she clenched her fists as if she were steeling herself. She raised her head once again, her eyes gleaming.

In an instant, the cliff they were on transformed into a raging sea of fire. Angela roared in anger, her wings engulfed in flames that consumed her and Zaafea alike. As she screamed in agony, her body transformed grotesquely as her wings charred black. It also looked as if her desperate attack had finally affected Zaafea, whose form was consumed by the flames.

Then, everything dissolved into nothingness. Angela's world became a void that was devoid of anything but darkness.

"They didn't tell you the principles behind this technique. Because of that, you'll die here. You've become their experiment," Zaafea's voice echoed in the darkness.

"Since the dawn of time, everything always comes with a price, be it for gods or mortals. People offer their faith and gratitude to gods, to nature, to everything that might be ephemeral. In return, this faith brings forth their desires.

"This process involves 'protection,' 'corruption,' and 'transaction.' You probably don't know this, but they've traded your spirit to the gods in exchange for the techniques you wield and for what they desire. But faith never mixes with motive. You've committed a grave taboo."