The underground city of Resting Abyss, the place of the Undead Temple, the stronghold of the witches.
Before the Undead Fire, Oke knelt devoutly, his forehead touching the ground, his hands spread out with palms up, murmuring prayers under his breath.
The Undead Fire was like it was being fanned, the flames leaping over a meter high, resembling a large stove.
The Undead Temple of today had completely changed, pillars, arches, railings, tiles, everything that originally belonged to the temple was now brand new.
They were of a type that would automatically repair with energy. When the Flame of the Undead absorbs enough Soul Flames, the residual energy that overflowed was enough to repair the temple.
Whenever Oke prayed, the Silver Skeleton would silently approach and stand beside him. The Faith Elemental Force reverberated between it, Oke, and the Undead Fire, creating the simplest network structure — the Soul Network, finally reaching Lord Ange in the distance.