Chapter 380: Netherworld
Ashlock watched through his Evil Eye as Elysia commanded Pluto's tendrils to stop the castle from exploding. Of course, it was merely an illusion—not that he had told Elysia that. Ashlock worried she wouldn't put on a dramatic enough performance if she didn't believe failure would result in the loss of millions of potential new worshipers.
"Though I have to say that girl somehow became even more insane. I didn't expect to find her bathing in a pool of blood and animal parts while praying to one of my offspring," Ashlock sighed as he watched Elysia cackle away as she made more of Pluto's tendrils snake their way into heaven's carefully woven reality. "Just how broken is her mind to imagine Pluto's body to look this eldritch?"
Just a few months ago, when they first met, the body Elysia could conjure with Mystic Qi for Pluto could easily fit in an arena, but now... it looked like the sky might fall like ceiling paint holding back a leak.
"Is that what Maple's true body looks like?" Ashlock mused. Pluto was Maple's little sibling, and they were both Worldwalkers, so he doubted they differed that much. The display was quite horrifying and made all the worse as he watched it unfold through his Evil Eye. Pluto was just darkness in his sight—an all-consuming void that devoured everything it touched.
[A large inflow of divine energy has been detected]
Golden letters flashed before his eye, informing him it had begun. Elysia had spread his name while putting on a performance that even impacted him. It was such a raw display of reality-bending power that even he wouldn't want to mess with Elysia. Yet she happily proclaimed that she was wielding such cataclysmic powers in his name, which would definitely bring their respect for the All-Seeing Eye to new heights in the minds of the millions of mortals watching.
"System, what's my current number of sacrificial credits?"
[You have 3500 sacrificial credits and rapidly counting]
"That's quite a lot," Ashlock mused as his Evil Eye swiveled to look at the mortals lining the streets gazing up at him and the castle in fear. Maybe in hindsight, Elysia hadn't been the best one to handle this.