The Grand Temple.

The headquarters of the faith that worshiped the Light.

A sacred structure that had stood for centuries, a fortress that had never once been breached.

A cradle of saints, where countless holy figures had been born.

A treasury of Pendragon’s entire cultural heritage.

It was known by many names, but every single one of them existed to describe its greatness.

And yet—

FWOOSH!

It was burning.

Not just any fire—a total, all-consuming inferno.@@novelbin@@

Right now, there was no name more fitting than the Calamitous Flames of Ruin.

And, unfortunately—

"Wh-what the fuck?"

There were poor, unfortunate souls trapped right in the middle of this blazing hellscape.

They didn’t know exactly why they had been suddenly ejected from the Holy Vault.

Maybe it had activated on its own after they killed all the Abyssal Fiends and intruders.

Or maybe—

Maybe the owl had been messing with them the entire time.

Either way, they were alive and outside—which, under normal circumstances, would have been a relief.

But—

FWOOSH!

"What the hell?! What happened here?!"

The moment they emerged, they were greeted by towering flames.

Not just the Grand Temple.

The entire mountain was on fire.

WHOOSH!

"What the hell is this bullshit?!"

Ihan forced himself to push through the shock.

He quickly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his mouth.

If he got poisoned by carbon monoxide here, it was game over.

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