Its eyes reflected the odd colors emitted by the liquid metal, its body seemingly disturbed and affected. Its fair, smooth skin withered, and even bulging pus-filled blisters formed, signaling a sign of losing control.
"Angel of Colors... Your Majesty Priscilla..."
Papa's mouth gaped open, his intermittent voice filled with fear, as if it spilled out from a recorder with a mottled sound quality.
"Did you think that your true self could remain hidden in the Star Realm, unseen by anyone? The Pope has already sent someone to capture you, and now, it's time for you to exit the stage,"
Blaze said indifferently.
Pop! Pop-pop-pop!
Papa's head exploded as if blooming like a flower bud, and the wriggling blisters on his body burst as well, but instead of blood, strange rays of colorful lights sprayed out. In a fleeting moment, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a warm robe of the Constellation High Priest, messily fallen upon the chair.
