5 hours had passed, the sunshine was ever brighter and hotter than before. Anvriel's wings were shyly fluttered as the wind soothed her presence, half-cradling her as she watched the divine wannabe in front of her doing something intriguing.
'Anvriel's First Form' acquired.
MF had meticulously reconstructed every inch and fibers of her genetic materials to replicate Anvriel's first form to its roots. It was the most mind tasking modification she had ever done.
The same petite body, the same angelic face, the same hair length and every property that the Anvriel had to make up the grand biological formation that produced the nourishing radiant energy. A pair of wings that spanned 2 meters to each side, feathery in serene white that could calm the blisters of others with every flapping.
But instead of greyish hair and white eyes, she manipulated the pigmentation of her hair into jet black and crimson red for her eyes, the same with her wings. Conveniently, the amount of pigments wasn't connected to the divine array of this body.
The crystal from the shield and the gauntlet of creation was there, fitting perfectly without messing with the cellular formation of divinity.
She looked like a fallen Angel at this point. She only needed to turn her sole-angelic donut black to finish the eerie angsty set. Surely, she would strike a massive fear to anybody that sees her in this form, knowing that the mortal of Neamh had dreaded the Angels for a long time.
'Now imagine black Angel suddenly appearing in your vision. An entity that could lift a whole mountain and shatter the sky, having them themed with black would likely be more intimidating than burning a whole mountainous domain. Fufufu, can't wait to use this form for such fun!'
Mentioning something black, the crystal that was planted on the back of her right hand wasn't influenced by the Nerull's Bane pill, was there a requirement for the pill itself to affect which and when?
As she maniacally smiled to the ceiling, her favorite black dress became baggy as it dragged onto the floor due to the sudden change of height. She was shorter than Foel now, where her wife stood tall at 158 cm, she was 150 cm when using Anvriel's first form.
As for Anvriel's halo, it might be connected to her soul instead of her body so it didn't have any relation with the divine anatomy.
'Heee, no wonder the artifacts were imbued directly to the soul when settling an ownership.'
She hadn't heard Anvriel's voice on her first form back then, but now she had in the form of her own voice.
It was heavenly, whispery like a gentle muse that came from heaven as the frequency echoed through the forest. Except, the speech itself was close to none in terms of heavenly.
"Now…! Where is my radiant light…!?"
She waited in excitement. Surely, all of those painstaking processes of replicating all of the rune-like genes won't be a waste, right?
After five more minutes when the gear array had affected the whole contraption, her body emitted the same radiant energy with the lifeless body of Heaven's Juggernaut. Together with her halo, the quality of the holy aura was enchanted significantly.
Although it wasn't as strong as the burst of energy that Anvriel secreted on the first phase creation of Domeniul Ceresc, it was still strong enough to make the grass rapidly grow into exotic flowers with mana property as it was blessed by two presence of Angels near it.
And then the thought of being hunted to be turned into an incense or nourishing furnace came to her mind. Even though MF hasn't met with any strong Usurpers for some time, that was because she purposely kept herself away from imminent danger.
Gaia wasn't the place with the strongest Usurpers alive so it was easy to be conquered with the help of the Avalanche Bringer. Surely, her current form would be an alluring delicacy to any Angel Slayer within this continent as most Angels have their great strength from their second and third phase, not the first one.
"... Aside from the dread, It seems like the voice of this form had a side effect on anybody who heard it… I hope it wasn't a bad one."
A sharp emotion was emitted from a gaze behind her, 10 meters away. MF immediately darter her vision to the watcher as she found her hellspawn slave with heavy platted armor from neck to toes. Her face showed true fear as the paralyzing property of having an Angel this close at your sight would take some time before dissipating.
Tuli moved her vision to the right for a few inches, only to find the very first form of the Angel that she and her master meticulously fought.
'THERE ARE TWO OF THEM NOW!?' Tuli thought as her brain commanded her to get the hell out of there, if not for the frozen legs she was trying to break free. There wasn't any record of an Angel splitting into two with one of them having a black wings.
After unplanting herself from the ground, she sought the surrounding scenery of Domeniul Ceresc without having any proper knowledge of what was going on. Unlike the first she got conscious, she immediately inspected herself instead of carressing the fluffy bunnies near her.
That was the time where she knew that she wasn't in heaven. And realized that she had acted very idiotic in front of her master and the wife of her master.
Everything was smooth after that, she had a new resolution to become better, collecting some precious materials for her cultivation and magic forgery—a lot of them.
Until she stumbled upon the center of the heavenly land and met with a 'Black Anvriel'.
To make the matter worse, MF threw a sadistic glare as she horrifyingly smiled.
"Be not afraid."
"HIIIIKKKHHH!?"
Tuli screeched as she planted her right feet to pivot and sprint as fast she could. Fear could do a lot of things to an individual, one of them was buffing their speed for running away. In comparison, Tuli rushed away at three times the speed of a cheetah.
"Fufufu, let's try to see this body's physical prowess together with the power up from the shield crystal."
She took a huge leap with just the slightest effort that she put onto her leg. In just a second she had skipped over 50 meters of ground with a mere leap from one of her legs.
"Tulistan, why are you running away?"
"HEEEKH!!? IT KNOWS MY TRUE NAME!!!"