Chapter 145
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Soon after.
The old patriarch left the hall with everyone and flew toward the city not far in front of them.
After all, everyone present was either an Angelic entity or a sorcerer, so there was no concern about their ability to fly.
Soon.
Under the guidance of the old patriarch, everyone reached the tall buildings in front of them. The entire place radiated a sacred energy, as if it had never been tainted by corruption or malevolence.
Below them, a massive waterfall cascaded, its water flowing like liquid gold. Every stream shimmered as though it were crafted from the Soul Stone itself—dazzling to the point of being blinding.
"Where is this place?"
The Dark Witch gazed down and noticed the golden waterfall. Her curiosity got the better of her as she asked.
"This is the Sanctum Purificatum," the old patriarch responded, voice calm yet authoritative. "It's a sacred place our Angelic Order uses to purify ourselves after conflict. Many of the demons we fight are laced with infernal energy—chaos magic, nether-spawn curses, fragments of Mephisto's influence. We must cleanse ourselves of all traces."
He added with a faint smile, "And, since you all have assisted us greatly, I extend an invitation to join us in the cleansing ritual. A symbolic act, yes, but also spiritually vital. Consider it both gratitude and necessity."