Lilith's Mansion.
Fresh from her bath, crystalline droplets clung to Lilith's hair tips as she lounged before the radio, holding a glass filled with red wine.
From the radio, a Whisperer deliberately lowered his voice as he reported, "Holy Hall has fallen completely into chaos."
"At the time, the entire Inner City... everyone, whether civilians or guards, fell unconscious, as if some force had instantly ripped away their awareness." The Whisperer's voice trembled. "Afterward, the temple immediately sealed off the news, but some information still leaked out, including the failure of the Holy See's advancement ceremony. Everyone in the temple, including the Pope, was affected."
Lilith's pupils suddenly contracted.
A few days ago, the Association had been asking about Wu Heng's whereabouts. Combined with someone daring to attack Holy Hall, there was no need to guess who it was.
And during the days he had been missing, everything at the Island Master's Manor had remained normal, which meant Wu Heng was not in danger.
But she had never imagined he would cause something so horrifying.
Holy Hall had been attacked.
Everyone in the Inner City had fallen unconscious, the Holy See's ceremony had been destroyed, and even the Pope had been caught up in it.
In the Church's usual words, this was Heavenly Punishment.
"Leader?" A cautious call came from the radio, pulling her from her thoughts.
Lilith took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "Can you find out the temple's exact losses?"
"There's no definite news for now." The Whisperer hesitated before continuing, "But strangely, the temple's reaction this time hasn't been as extreme as before. It even feels like they want to suppress the matter and keep a low profile."
Suppress the matter?
Keep a low profile?
Lilith frowned, but immediately understood.
They were afraid