"Who built this place?" Mel looked at the enormous black Metal Cube before him. The very existence of such a structure was a wonder.
"I don't know. I've never seen it either." Even as a witch who had survived for ten thousand years, this was her first time witnessing such a spectacle. This structure could only have been built while she was sealed away.
"Still, I'm more curious why you came looking for this building. And how did you know it existed?" The Primal Witch sized up the massive cube. If they had not been far enough away, they might not even have been able to see the structure in its entirety.
"The emotions the demons lost are most likely connected to this building. But I can't see anything unusual for the moment. I can only sense immense magic maintaining this metal structure's operation, like some gigantic Rubik's Cube."
Mel flew a little higher and began approaching the building, searching carefully. He wanted to see whether there was a way inside.
If there was no way in, then he could try destroying the place directly.
Most of the Apostles were no longer a threat. As long as he remained wary of their strange Authorities, he had nothing to fear so long as the gods did not descend into this world themselves.
The gods of the Divine Realm had indeed noticed Mel. More precisely, they had begun watching him when he changed Hell's ecosystem. However, contact from the Divine Realm was restricted, which was why the Lucky Apostle had appeared.
Although not every god behind the Apostles was still alive, most Apostles could indeed still communicate with their gods, receive divine will, and act accordingly.
Perhaps there had never been much point in investigating which Apostle served which god. Whether they