"This is the place."
The two stood at the center of the palace, where a deep well lay, its depth unobservable. The edge of the well wall was adorned with intricate alchemy inscriptions, now a piece of lost knowledge. Perhaps no one would ever decode its meanings; below lay endless darkness, like an abyss.
"This is the Well of Ascension, and it is here that the blood of demons was refined into Secret Blood. Naturally, it owes its capability to countless alchemists who continuously modified and optimized it over hundreds of years. Alas, the alchemists have vanished into the annals of history..."
"I don't know the full scope of the plan, but it all began here."
The Pope gazed at the deep black well, where everything about the Night of the Holy Arrival erupted, and abominable creatures crawled out from that darkness.
