Chloe returned to the church, her face filled with complicated emotions.
Carefully moving aside the somewhat rotten door, she pushed open the trapdoor and entered the secret base underground.
The Moths Chasing Flame excelled at concealment and disguise. They could even use certain ritual spells to achieve astonishing effects.
For example, when Chloe entered through this trapdoor, it led to the cult's gathering place. But when others opened it, it was merely the Candlelight Society's cellar for storing miscellaneous items.
Nor was it some untouchable illusion. Both spaces truly existed; they had simply been overlaid onto the same door through certain methods.
Supernatural ability: Cocooning.
This was also why the Moths Chasing Flame dared to hide within the Candlelight Society's church. After all, heretics were far more hated than heathens, and no one hated the Moths Chasing Flame more than the Candlelight Society—their former brothers and sisters.
"How did it go, Chief?"
"What did that lord say?"
The cult members gathered around, looking at Chloe with concern.
To them, Theus's dinner party must have been a dragon's den and tiger's lair. The Banshees from last time had left far too deep an impression on them.
The silent encirclement, flawless coordination, decisive judgment—those supernatural creatures were born warriors.
If these moths had not been so skilled at escaping, they might truly have been left behind there.
Not to mention that there had been so many of those Banshees.
"It went fairly smoothly. That lord is not quite as we imagined. He seems never to have had contact with the Sea God Church, nor has he ever summoned an evil god."
Chloe revealed a somewhat weary smile.
"Actually, I have some good news as well—that lord is also very interested in knowledge. He promised that he is willing to share knowledge with