Chapter 344: Train Track (2)
“For it is my own spell, crafted by my very hand, and my lighthouse—one I personally ascended and descended to reconstruct,” I said.
... At that moment, everyone was enveloped in silence, no sound—not even a breath—stirred in the dark office, yet the emotion in the eyes of those who watched me, steeped in that silence, was clear—sickening in its raw honesty.
“Umm...”
At length, those were the words they managed to utter.
“Why...?”
It was a question—their muttering breath asking for the reason why.
"For it is the will of the Altar," I replied, rising from my chair.
The Altar’s purpose—meaning Quay’s—was the destruction of the continent.
"There is nothing to be surprised about. Was this not expected? Had you even once read God's holy book...” I continued.
Quay's holy book, in the very passages where he directly left his revelations, contained numerous metaphors and allusions signifying the continent's destruction.
"You would not be unaware."
Then, with his body twitching and as a particular passage belatedly came to mind, Relin stammered, "If that is the case, the true meaning of continental purification that the Altar's priests speak of would be...”