A petite girl wearing hospital attire stepped out from the dimly lit doorway, appearing in the most sacred location of the Cathedral, the Saintess's bedroom.
As she appeared, the sunlight streaming through the window dimmed, and the intricate carvings on the walls began to twist, transforming into indescribable patterns. The carpet beneath her feet seemed to come alive, its fibers writhing as if attempting to devour the living being standing atop it.
Everything inside the room was instantly shrouded in a layer of eerie shadows, with an abyssal aura that could drive ordinary people insane in an instant.
The Offshore Nun's pupils trembled momentarily, but only for an instant; her expression soon calmed as she stepped forward, quietly standing between the bed and the gate.
The majority of the remaining Magic Power within her surged as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to explode at any moment.
Yet her solid Legendary Power did not bring her much confidence.
