Chapter 3

Elias left.

Or rather, he stood frozen for a moment, then had no choice but to turn and go.

I watched his retreating back silently.

Good, one less distraction from my work.

Life got back on track.

I figured things would stay quiet like this, until something went wrong with the Defensive Formation.

It was the very foundation of the sect. Elias had designed it, but for centuries, I was the one who maintained it and kept the energy flowing.

After seven hundred years, I knew that formation better than Elias ever could.

That day, the energy monitor in Purgatory…