Seraphiel looked at Apollo and the group from the Sacred Light Empire, his gaze deep and hidden, yet faintly glimmering with excitement.
He concealed his small movements, seeming to make his move towards the altar.
Lucifer and the group from the sacred light empire didn't know what was going on or have any idea, as they seemed to have been completely lost in the mysterious power of the sacred altar.
The sacred aura radiating from the altar washed over them like a gentle tide, filling their minds with warmth and clarity. Insights surged endlessly, their understanding of light deepening at an astonishing rate.
To them, it felt as if they had returned to the very origin of their bloodline. As if they were standing before something divine.
Something absolute.
Without realising it, their guards dropped.
Their will softened. And deep within their minds, a subtle transformation began.
Faith.
Reverence.
Submission.
They did not understand what they were feeling.
