At this moment, the Guardian of the Fifth Level, was standing at the edge of a cliff, overlooking below.
Below was a series of circular mountain paths, teeming with countless people, standing two by two, each holding a knife, splitting open the other's chest, taking out the other's organs one by one, and the gushing blood gathered, flowing down along the mountain paths.
In their lifetime, they were all greedy people, wishing to claim everything for themselves. Now, their way of atonement is full of irony—allowing those things that originally belonged to them to be taken away by others.
However, although the atoners below had their organs removed, their hearts were left behind, for a person cannot live without a heart.
And he, the Guardian of the Fifth Level, was precisely a person without a heart.
His body appeared complete, but he had lost his heart.
He had been in Purgatory for countless years, long having grown weary of such a life.
