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Within the vast Light Divine Pool, boundless, dazzling white energy surged and churned. Even Diabolo felt his scalp prickle under the immense pressure it gave off.
But that was nothing.
Inside the sacred pool, he saw an endless mountain of corpses, blood, and bones.
Yes. The flesh and bones of countless living beings.
They were heaped together, tumbling with the surging energy. Under the control of unknown laws, they slowly formed an enormous mountain of flesh.
Looking closer, he saw that the mountain had seven tiers, each narrower than the one below it, like a Pyramid.
Wails, sobs, and cries of despair poured endlessly from the seven-tiered mountain of flesh.
It looked like a Flesh Altar built by Abyss Demons. How was that possible?
No—not merely like one. It was the Flesh Altar demons knew so well!
But how could that be?
Angels wielded light energy. How could they use a cruel Flesh Altar that only demons were supposed to be capable of creating?
And Diabolo noticed something else: traces of dark energy seeped from the enormous Altar, as evil and unfathomable as the Abyss.
That black aura and the sacred light energy coexisted peacefully, without the slightest conflict.
One was the bane of all dark creatures and even dark energy itself; the other was darkness in its deepest, purest form. Yet there they were, side by side.
It was as absurd as a