An Orthodox Order God Church had existed for far too long, and time was the best sand and gravel in which to bury secrets.
Ogleve Fortress had been operating since the previous era. There were many places like it within the Order God Church. Over the long passage of time, the various branch departments beneath each system often grew increasingly independent and closed off.
At Kallen's rank, he could read many high-level documents, but there were not many people of his rank in the entire church. Nor could he do nothing but eat and sleep in the archives all day, reading the church's "secrets" day after day to satisfy his curiosity.
Even so, Kallen suspected that the definition of Ogleve Fortress in the classified documents was probably more understated, rather than as blunt as Punk had put it.
Because the church's archives could not possibly contain records that literally deconstructed or opposed "God."
The church's foundation was the worship of God.
So who would foolishly keep a knife that could kill them perfectly preserved?
Just like the countless revised versions of the "Light of Order," even if some higher-up of the first generation had given the fortress such a blunt definition, later generations would have revised it.
But what if the secret had only been passed down from one commander of Ogleve Fortress to the next?
That might overturn conventional assumptions, because here, oral transmission was actually less likely to distort it.
Now, when Kallen looked up again at the Ogurev Statue before him, it felt completely different.
This was the fortress you personally designed and built. You even buried and merged part of yourself here. Yet in the end, this fortress was meant to guard against your return.
So, you're coming back, are you?
The order could not have