Chapter 116: Western Europe – The Cathedral of the Fallen
(Henry's POV)
The moment I teleported, the world around me shifted.
Gone was the metallic stench of Fenrir's ruined facility.
Now, I stood in the middle of a ruined cathedral, its towering stone pillars cracked, its stained glass windows shattered.
The air was thick with divine corruption, the once-holy ground now nothing more than a graveyard of forgotten faith.
I stepped forward, my boots echoing against the broken marble floor.
And then, I saw him.
At the far end of the cathedral, standing before a shattered altar, was Valerian.
Once a legendary paladin of the Holy Order, now a cursed warrior consumed by darkness.
His armor was blackened, tainted by centuries of corruption. His long silver hair hung loosely, his once-radiant golden eyes now dim and hollow.
A massive greatsword rested in his hand, its blade cracked but still brimming with divine energy.