"Can you send these across Pantheos' timeline for me?"
As she looked at him, that inevitable feeling rose within her once again.
'By the Gods… he's so beautiful,' she thought, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks.
Normally, with the way Ash had created Pantheos, his appearance would be entirely indiscernible to Emma or anyone else who wasn't Ineffable.
This was due to the Existence Level—in Pantheos, once someone reached a higher state of existence, there was no lowering it to accommodate lesser beings.
Instead, they would appear formless, like silhouettes, or simply be difficult to perceive. However, since Ash was the verse itself, he could easily bend those rules.
It would have been unusual for Emma not to develop some affection for Ash, yet it was a feeling she constantly pushed away.
She couldn't help but believe she was unworthy of harboring such emotions or thoughts for the King of Velora and Ruler of the Ineffable.
