The purple light flickered within the altar, but no response was forthcoming.
Lette stood before the altar, full of confusion.
"What's going on, where's the god in charge of the dungeon system on the Dark Side?"
Emily leaned in: "Is it because your notorious reputation scared them off from answering you?"
"Impossible, I..."
Lette was usually quite confident, but now, to be honest, he was a bit unsure.
"Bo…boss."
Just then, the leader of the dark elves, Fiona, came to report beside him.
"You… are probably unable to contact the divine of the Dark Side."
"Why?"
"The witch hunt fifty years ago, you know about it, right?"
"Oh, I know."
"After that witch hunt, the Holy Light Goddess completely isolated the channels connecting this world with the divine of the Dark Side.
The whole Dark Race was deeply impacted and hasn't recovered to this day."
Lette frowned: "Is there such a thing? Was it Afra who did it? How come she never mentioned it to me..."
