"Meow, meow!!" Fierocious scratching.
[ Ding! Your happiness +2 ]
"Meow~" Lynn was delighted.
He had no idea why.
Anyway, all of a sudden, it wasn't scary anymore.
Instead, it felt like he had gone to heaven, making him reluctant to leave. This was far too bizarre.
Could he have developed some unusual fetish?
"Please make sure you stay away from me from now on, and absolutely do not use such an outrageous potion on me!!"
The Blood Cloak trembled as it watched him being surrounded by a crowd of cat-eared girls.
Lantern in hand, Lynn smiled and held down his hat. He raised the lantern to disperse the throngs of cat-eared girls around him, then strode forward and said:
"Don't worry, I won't use it on you. Come on, we can keep heading deeper now."
Underground, in a magnificent hall.
Even in the pitch-black surroundings, the enormous statue of a Seraphim standing at the far end of the hall remained visible. It radiated dazzling golden light, sheltering the last sanctuary within the Vatican.
But dazzling though that light was, it protected only that small patch of ground.
Beyond it, in the direction they faced, lay endless darkness.
Gurgle, gurgle-
Great swaths of black, viscous erosion marks crept along the walls toward them, only to be swiftly burned to ashes by the light radiating from the Seraphim statue.
But in turn, the light grew ever weaker.
Holding a blazing warblade, Messiah stood at the very front of the group, panting. Behind her were a dozen battered, exhausted clerics and nuns.
"Everyone, hold on! Our allies are right outside! As long as we can repel this attack, we'll be rescued soon!"
They had already held out here for several days.
Without the protection of the Seraphim statue behind them, they