Chapitre 457: Recognized As One

The weight of the grand doors seemed to match that of the Oath as it opened with a deafening rumble. It was the onset of a cataclysm contained.

Behind the gate was a deceptively small room that maintained the Hero's Sanctuary's opulence. It only seemed comparatively small due to the number of people in the room and a strange broken altar situated in its center.

'That thing is…'

Kieran couldn't describe what he felt from the broken, spellbinding altar. It resembled a cross between a regal throne to sit upon and a sacrosanct shrine to pray at. Though he couldn't place the sensation, Kieran recognized familiar hints of the Wykin's mystical craft.

There was runework present — an abundance of it.