Meanwhile, a golden haired man stood in a dark place, his arms crossed. There was a rift in the middle of this place and he stood at the edge, his eyes reflecting what was within this rift.
Trees grew out of the walls, like the earth had split open to reveal what was hidden at its depth. The fallen leaves of these trees formed several rings which were engulfed with the golden glow of a dome at the very bottom of this rift.
From above, the dome looked like a ball of gold with metal ring structures crossing over themselves above it but this was actually a vast platform, a sanctified space where noble Knights were made.
It was supported with a great amount of mana that could drain Godfrey in a split second if he was the source.
Victoria, who wore a white tunic gown, laid on a stone bed while three Apostles pierced their sword into holes meant to accommodate them.
