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Chapter 71: The Silent Hall of Saints
Author: Godfather Excelsior
last update2025-09-09 04:45:40

The hall stretched endlessly before them, a cathedral of broken stone and shadows. Dust floated in the still air, and the silence pressed down so heavily that every breath felt like a trespass.

None of them could speak. The truth was written in every face — fear, dread, and a kind of awe that no one wanted to admit.

The entire team was too shocked to move, they had even forgotten to breath, and this wasn't just because the gravity in this particular hall was heavier or because the air was thick. They were too struck by the sight before them. The hundreds of skeletons, of Saints, that seemed to have died in combat.

Even in death, their presence lingered. Saints were different from ordinary warriors; they were forces recognized by the world itself. A farmer might not know what a Saint was, but if one walked past him, his knees would weaken, his heart would pound, and his mind would simply know. It wasn’t an aura that could be hidden unless a Saint willed it — it was recognition written
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