Liora remained oblivious to the plans of the Fallen Angel lineage, much less the thoughts of the True Angel Demon lord. Or rather, she had neither the time nor the will to care about these plans.
At this time, she was fully absorbed in her study of the lion statue, shutting herself within the sealed demi-plane and having no communication with the outside world.
With her eyes still fixed on the statue, Liora stretched out her right hand.
Under her control, two completely opposite forces were born on her palm.
Creation. Destruction.
The two concepts clashed initially before integrating seamlessly, as though they were not opposites, but powers that could enhance one another.
Liora did not stop there.
Soon, the forces in her palm changed, taking different forms and colors.
Life. Death.
Light. Darkness.
Kindness. Evil.
