“I guess this must be…” Gi-Gyu looked around. “The Vatican.”

The space was so quiet and empty that he could only hear his voice. And the place was surprisingly devoid of divine energy, filled with just white and light.

“It actually feels more like a mental hospital.”

The place reminded him of a psychiatric ward, as if an obsessive patient had discarded all things black. It filled Gi-Gyu with an unpleasant feeling.

“Master.” El’s eyes widened as she looked around. When Gi-Gyu turned toward her, he saw that El was about to cry.

“This place is…” El whispered.

Many beams of light had shone down on Rome. A moment ago, Gi-Gyu had chosen the one with the most potent energy, and after killing the descending angel, he had jumped into the source of light.

The light beam was a kind of door, and just as Gi-Gyu had suspected, it led to the Vatican, a place whose location very few knew.

“El…”

“This resembles the place I used to live in.” El, with sadness on her face, wiped away her tears and mumbled, “This is amazing.”

She looked around slowly and continued, “Many things here...