"Those bloodstains, they are the revelations given to me by angels," Sylvette squatted in the chapel, seated right beneath the statue of the sufferer, with candlelight casting the sculpture's shadow over her, as if she was under God's shelter. "Angels are not my enemies. They endure the curse every night and search for me because I am the key to it all."
"I am the key to resolving the Degonris disaster."
The daughter of the vampires believed in the revelation received in the territory of the vampires.
Ralph stood before the girl, like a dark tower supporting the sky.
"Continue," he commanded.
"The fallen ones in those four areas have been corrupted. They have divided the powers of angels and dismantled the blessings of this land. In the hands of the bell ringer, the custodian, the Tomb Guardian, and the Priests lie the fragments of the Sword of Angels. If we gather all the pieces, we will possess the original power of this land."
