The walls and floor of the Holy Temple were embellished by glowing runes and ancient symbols. A hymn was playing in the distance. It was the holiest place of the human faction’s Church of Light. At the very least, the denizens of Floating Ice City saw the priests of the Holy Temple as the representatives of light and divinity.

Tap tap tap…

My Shade War Boots struck crisply and rhythmically against the floor as I walked toward the heart of the temple with steady footsteps. From another person’s standpoint, I probably looked like a murderer with the Purgatory Sword in my hand and a bloody cloak behind my back.

Xinran was holding my hand and bowing her head. She was either thinking about something or avoiding my gaze.

"Xinran?"

"Hm?"

"Are you scared?" I asked.

Xinran looked up at me with an inscrutable expression on her face. In the end, she shook her head and said, "No, I… I’m just feeling a bit anxious, that’s all…"

"Anxious? Is it because you can finally become a priest of the light?"

"Hehe, maybe…"

……

We continued until...