The text was written beneath the small prayer table, and though the bloodstains had been wiped away, the glowing traces remained clearly visible in Diana's eyes. She saw the lines trembling and twisting, each stroke seeming to embody the intense emotions Malm Dunite had when he wrote them—
Close to madness.
Diana withdrew her gaze from those frenzied writings and searched the room once more. This time, she found nothing more—the priests responsible for cleanup were indeed diligent.
The black-haired maidservant supervisor blinked, turned, and prepared to leave the scene.
Yet, at the moment she turned, a strong surge of Magic Power suddenly concentrated in the room—not gathered, but appeared as if it descended from the void!
