At this moment, this powerful and weird God was suspended in mid-air, her peculiar eyes observing the world with an elegant and dignified demeanor.
The corners of Her mouth curled into an indifferent smile, tinged with mockery.
Just then, Ireta suddenly sensed a faint movement around her, her pupils constricting sharply before she let out her most piercing shriek with all her might, "Don't look!"
The sound, like waves, spread across the ground.
Regrettably, Ireta's voice still came too late.
The pit where the Evil God's limb lay was simply too vast; the four women were positioned at the north, south, east, and west of it, and the voice needed time to propagate that distance.
Almost the moment Ireta had emitted that scream, the others—in the other three directions—Florence, Inas, and even Antasia who was slightly slower, all lifted their heads.
Curiosity.
It had nothing to do with stupidity; it was an innate human curiosity.