Liwal only felt a force pull him straight into the secret passage that had opened beneath the Saint statue's pedestal... By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing in a long, brilliantly white corridor.
The pure-white corridor was lined with countless doors on both sides, stretching into the distance as though it had no end.
Liwal shook his head hard, trying to clear it... Then, almost instinctively, he opened the door closest to him!
With just one glance—only one glance—Liwal knew he would remember it for the rest of his life!
What he had opened was not a door, but a world!
Within that world, he saw flames, blood, and countless corpses. Angels with golden wings were singing battle hymns at the top of their voices.
A beautiful golden-haired woman stood atop a mountain built from white bones, looking down coldly upon the earth.
"She's the Saint of Freedom..." Liwal's soul trembled violently, and he instinctively began to retreat!
In a panic, Liwal slammed the room's door shut... He was already drenched in cold sweat! Just then, he saw Robert once more—the man who had brought him here!
"What is this place?" Liwal blurted out.
What was Robert's background? His entire body was covered in wounds, yet he had endured them with inhuman willpower until now. How did he know about this place hidden beneath the Divine Person statue, a place even the Saint Family knew nothing about?!
"You're afraid, aren't you?" Robert said calmly. "Why are you afraid? She is the Saint of Freedom, the Saint you believe in. Everything inside these rooms is what she once experienced."
Liwal's expression shifted slightly, and he said in a trembling voice, "You mean... the rooms here contain the Saint's memories?"
"They contain my memories." Robert shook his