At that moment, she was practically the embodiment of the Moon God, her entire being curled up within the bright white full moon, suspended in the sky, faintly dispersing the despair and gloom of the Tomb of the Dead Silence.
Even from afar, Kushustan, upon witnessing the slow rise of the moon, revealed a trace of gloom and astonishment in his eyes.
"...Beatrice?!"
The distorted face on the chest of the limb connector let out a deep roar.
Clearly, the sudden turn of events had caught him in an unprecedented shock, exceeding his original expectations.
This was an extremely tricky situation.
If the Bright Moon Goddess herself were present, his deification ritual would likely be disrupted instantly.
After all, this was Glostit, the home turf of the Three Gods.
However, having planned for far too long, Kushustan wasn't about to shrink back due to such inexplicable phenomena.