"Evaluation Guide to Customs of Exotic Tribes?"
"You big-shot writers sure choose some tongue-twisting names."
Dyres repeated Shiayar's words.
She felt that the somewhat obscure title seemed to carry a kind of malice directed at her.
However, as she was continuously receiving feedback from the Desire Power in her dreams, and her Soul Pact level was on the brink of a breakthrough, Dyres naturally had no leisure to delve into the details.
"Just a bit more Desire Power."
"I need even more Desire Power."
The pitch-black horns of the demonic tribe on her head glowed with a pink radiance once again.
Under Dyres's manipulation, new changes occurred in that pink palace.
Crystalline fissures appeared in the firmament. Then, the dome shattered.
First, high heels made of crystal appeared. Then came a black gothic gown and a crown, crafted from rare dark red metal, wound around a snow-white neck.
