The dark shadow dragged a long tail, its face a mass of wrinkled flesh that crushed its facial features together.
Suddenly—
Countless blood-red eyes, like slits in its flesh, opened and glowed with a crimson light. The shadow's face split into a grin, revealing deathly white, sharp teeth, as if it were smiling.
Her eyes could see the true forms and souls of Demon Fiends.
In a sense, what she saw was their very essence.
"What are you looking at?"
An indifferent voice reached her ears. Witch Palace Language snapped back to her senses and said calmly,
"Nothing."
She didn't know how to describe what she had just seen; it was simply too bizarre.
Something that could not be described with words.
Unnamable.
"When it is time for you to receive the blessing, I hope you will not look up at the Divine Beings with such an expression. Otherwise, you will be in grave danger."
The Priest, for the first time ever, was offering a reminder.
