Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

Grace stumbled out of the valley looking absolutely destroyed.

Her left arm dangled from her right hand, fingers wrapped around the wrist. Blood dripped steadily onto the scorched ground. Pretty sure her spine was holding together through sheer stubbornness and angel magic.

But she was walking.

Kinda.

"GRAAAACE!"

Alia’s voice hit her first. The pink-robed Love Sister came sprinting down the path. Zephyr was right behind her.

"Your ARM!"

"Yeah." Grace lifted the severed limb like she was showing off a weird souvenir. "Figured I should bring it. You know. For later."

Seraph appeared next, took one look at Grace, and whistled low.

"Shit. She really worked you over."

"You should see her." Grace swayed dangerously. "Actually, don’t. She’s having a whole emotional breakdown in there. It’s... a lot."