Compared to the heated discussion on the ground level of the Church, the atmosphere in the dungeon was extraordinarily somber.
A blinding gray-white sacred light was unleashed from Artanis's fingertips. As if traces of liquid exposed to the sun's heat, every drop of black blood and mold were completely vaporized in an instant.
Thick and sacred air shrouded the elderly archbishop and formed a small holy ground, while beside him, Joshua used his aura to incinerate the Chaos creatures that were once cultists. Under harrowing cries, those misshapen and revolting monsters were burnt into nothingness by flames imbued with the power of Order.
Purifying the dungeon did not take too much of their time. In minutes, they had finished cleaning the prison hall.
"Cultists. So unsettling… Well, we could leave the rest for the others who need a little practice."
