The Latoreia Family's mansion resembled an enormous white labyrinth nestled in Milishion's Holy District.
Under Madam Clare's guidance,
Cui Ciyou passed through several heavily guarded corridors and gateways manned by elite Temple Knights.
Barriers... high-level composite protective barriers, at that.
Cui Ciyou's naked eyes clearly picked out
the vast network of magic power flowing invisibly through the surrounding space.
Soundproofing, defense, purification, calming... even protection against detection.
The Blessed Child's importance speaks for itself.
The Latoreia Family really spared no expense.
At last, they stopped before an enormous door carved from a single slab of moonstone, radiating a soft glow.
Therese Latoreia was already waiting at the entrance.
She had changed out of her military attire into a plain, loose-fitting dress.
In casual clothes, Teresa looked even more like Zenith.
"Mother, Your Grace." Teresa bowed.
Madam Clare nodded, then turned to gaze at Cui Ciyou.
"Duke Cui Ciyou, the Blessed Child is inside."
"Her condition... is even worse than I described."
"All our hopes rest on you."
With that, Claire and Teresa together employed a highly unusual technique imbued with Holy Battle Aura.
They slowly opened the heavy moonstone door.
The instant it opened, an immense torrent of magic power, almost beyond control, surged out like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
It was neither violent, aggressive magic power nor a spell.
Instead, it was simply too pure, too abundant.
A tide of pure energy so intense that it distorted the surrounding space.
Inside was an exceptionally spacious circular room, much like a small sanctuary.
The floor and walls were densely inscribed with golden runes meant to suppress magic power.
But most of those runes had now gone dim from the energy overload.
Some had even begun to crack.
At the very center of the room, a figure lay quietly on