Placing the strand of hair in her palm, that tiny clue was already enough for Angel Grabbe.
Soon, the strand of hair found at the scene floated out of Angel Grabbe's palm, set to track down its owner.
Yet after floating only a short distance, the strand suddenly ignited in midair... In the end, hardly any ashes remained.
Angel Grabbe's expression gradually turned solemn.
This meant the owner of the hair could not be tracked... and might even possess power far greater than hers.
But at that moment, apart from those supreme Saints, there theoretically should not have been any power within Freedom City stronger than her, a high-ranking angel.
The matter was far more serious than it appeared on the surface.
Time passed bit by bit. As a high-ranking angel, she had made no progress at all in finding the murderer. It was utterly unbelievable.
Her powerful strength seemed to have no use in this matter... There were too many restrictions. She could not even stop everything, lest the Saint Maiden Ritual fail to proceed smoothly.
This matter was probably no longer something she could resolve easily. Angel Grabbe was even somewhat uncertain. She did not know whether she should call down the Archangel at once.
"The Saint Maiden Ritual concerns the resurrection of the Saints. There can't be any mistakes. If I make even the slightest oversight in this matter, the consequences will probably..."
Thinking this, Angel Grabbe stopped hesitating.
She transformed into a stream of light and arrived atop the building. Then she slowly knelt toward the sky, praying... calling out.
Soon, a radiance shot down from outer space, shining upon Angel Grabbe.
She knew this was the Archangel's response.
Daring not to delay, Angel Grabbe hurriedly reported everything that had happened at the convention. She kept