Convergence of Time and Space 1

Only members close to death would come out to clean up contamination.

That was an ironclad rule of the Department of Mysteries in Africa. After all, when contamination could not be stopped, those who dealt with its hidden dangers would also become tainted by those dangers.

Thus, everyone sent to handle such incidents was considered expendable. Naturally, they chose members whose lives were already nearing the end of their descent.

They were silent sacrifices.

Heroes.

There was no doubt about that.

The man in black robes was carrying out the duty of the final day of his life.

His movements were silent and efficient, like the most precise magical construct. Starting from the relatively "ordinary" prison block on the uppermost level, he worked his way down floor by floor. Every empty or bloodstained cell, every dark passageway, every possible hiding place—he inspected them all with his unique, irreplicable magic.

It was a method that combined magical perception with contamination resonance.

Occasionally, he encountered one or two prisoners who had somehow escaped the first wave of cleansing, only to suffer mental breakdowns from terror, or who attempted one last desperate struggle. The man in black showed neither pity nor hesitation toward them. A tap of his wand, or a silent ripple of magic, and every sign of life was utterly extinguished.

His methods were clean and decisive, ensuring instant death and giving them no chance to cast a dying curse or pass along information. Before long, he arrived at the underground junction hall where the final battle had erupted. The magical contamination and abyssal aura lingering here were the strongest. He swung his wand and cast powerful purification spells, but they achieved little. These powers from the abyss were exceptionally stubborn; ordinary means of purification could not eradicate them.

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