The truth was that even among the Angels of Gold and Silver themselves, many had no knowledge of what their kin had sacrificed. Few realized that a vast number of their brethren had given up their lives to carry and contain the Filth of God.
Those who had perished were not ordinary angels. Each of them was a mighty warrior, their strength well beyond the reach of mortals. Every single one of them had been at least Level 400, an echelon of power so immense that even the greatest Awakeners could hardly fathom it. Yet they had been consumed, used as vessels for this dark substance, their lives extinguished without a trace.
Through the piercing clarity of his Eye of Insight, Daniel could see what the Filth of God truly was. It was not some random pollutant, nor an outside corruption. No—it was, in essence, an impurity that originated from Aurelia, the Goddess of Gold and Silver herself.
