“That beautiful figure?” Grady blurted out. “That’s the Lord God?”

“It doesn’t look like it.” Whitaker frowned. “Where’s the Lord God’s divine radiance?”

“That is the Lord God’s life form.” Xatia wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “She’s back—and she must have methods far beyond ours.”

Staring at Lesia in the void, he quickly grabbed Xainte, who was about to charge toward the Waitara Path.

“Xainte, don’t go. You can’t beat him.”

That only ignited her anger. Her eyes widened as she glared at Lesia. “I can’t beat her? Just watch me.”

She shook off Lesia’s grip and instantly transformed into a blazing red fist, launching herself toward the illusory shadow of Waitara Path at terrifying speed.