บท 1838: Choice

Anderson and Holuff stood side by side in the shadows.

In front of them was a stone alleyway and at the end of the alley way was the temple of Lady Calamity.

This place was usually filled with puddles of filthy water and dirt, and even though several priests of the temple cleaned it up daily, it was hard to make the place clean.

But now?

It wasn't just cleaned up, it was filled with many devoted people.

Everyone showed utmost devotion as they knelt down on both knees, put their hands together, and prayed, as if they had forgotten the qualms and hatred towards the place that they showed during other times.

"Humans are always so realistic," Holuff's eyes showed a sense of mockery.

As a Demon Hunter, Holuff had been through countless similar situations. Similar things happened to different people. If it wasn't because the Demon Hunters had a strong belief in themselves, they would have crumbled a long time ago.