Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Watching the azure glow in the distance, the aged Cardinal Archbishop remained speechless for a long while.


The Demon Realm was disintegrating, the city was collapsing, and the chaos monsters were rapidly melting in the rising sunlight far away.


On the distant horizon, the World Tree was manifesting; this was the connection of No-name's Divine Country with this piece of the Demon Realm.


"Is it over then?" A Demon Hunter asked, perplexed.


"The Demon Lord must have been killed; the twisted creatures that are appearing here are all the doings of the Lord of Secrecy," the Old Cardinal said, looking at the large patches of fluorescent blood on the ground. "Moreover, before the signal was sent out, the whispering sounds ceased. The Great Demon at that junction didn't show up here; it either fled... or was eradicated."


"Eradicated, Angale doesn't have such ability; he couldn't even protect himself alone against the Great Demon," a Bishop analyzed.


Chapter 256: Unfinished