Chapter 390: Not Quite The Conversation To Be Had Over Coffee (2)

"They are a descendant of a god, in a sense."

Diana then stretched her arms to the side, enlarging the images of the human-looking race. There were also holographic videos, seemingly showing their way of life and planet.

"They are called the Evaniels. One of the Higher Races— all of them inherently have silver hair. As for the tattoos, you'd be surprised that it is also part of their biology. The tattoos are made of their blood, which becomes sort of like ink that sticks and etches through their skin as they grow—"

"Wait, hold up…"

"..."

Diana quickly leaned her head back; letting out a small grunt as Alice suddenly placed her finger on her lips— No, she didn't just place it, Diana could even taste her finger as she practically plugged it inside her mouth. But alas, Diana couldn't really utter a complaint as she saw the raw wave of curiosity in Alice's eyes.