The meeting room was dark, with sunlight filtering in only through a small section of the side window.
Twelve people sat around a large round table, neither too close nor too far apart.
They looked like some cult conducting a mysterious ritual.
When the twelve high-ranking figures of the Theocracy all turned to stare at the doorway, a bone-chilling feeling immediately settled over everyone.
Fortunately, Certain Death was the one who kicked the door open. Kurumi merely added a line from behind her.
"Open up, meter inspection." Mo Xiao swallowed those words back down. Compared to checking meters, an express delivery from the East Wind was clearly more invigorating.
The Theocracy's twelve high-ranking figures remained calm. Perhaps having held positions of power for so long had given them nerves far stronger than those of ordinary people.
Even if Certain Death, who was old enough to be their grandmother, kicked open the doors in the middle of their meeting, it was not entirely unacceptable.
They had seen stranger things than that!
The Theocracy's trump card leading a few unfamiliar nobodies into the conference hall... now that really was a first!
The Archmage's mana stirred restlessly within him. The Grand Marshal's bulging, powerful muscles could transform him into a rampaging ape at any moment and send him charging at them. The Cardinals secretly drew out artifacts left behind by the Six Gods.
They knew just how formidable Certain Death was.
"You..." Pontifex Maximus, seated at the head of the table, spoke up. Yet before he could utter a second word, intoxicating music filled the air.
The artifacts on several Cardinals lit up, then vanished after a brief flash. Only faint cracking sounds remained, buried beneath the divine music.
The music stopped.
Kanon withdrew the small magic circle around her wrist and hesitated