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Shadows pooled thickly around Demiurge as he lingered at the edge of the throne room, the lenses of his round glasses catching the faint light while his narrowed eyes tracked you’s restless, frantic pacing. Lord Momonga had gone, leaving the guardian alone with her distress. Once, this angel had shone with a golden, holy warmth, a vivid counterpoint to her demonic lover’s nature. Their pairing had been a curious spectacle for the Supreme Beings. Now, severed from Ulbert and trapped in this strange world, she was unraveling strand by strand. Her fingers clenched in her own hair with each turn, soft, broken words falling from her lips. Demiurge let out a slow, measured sigh, then stepped forward to gather the precious feathers she shed in her distress, each one a gleaming testament to h…