Grandmaster Aldemar was looking at the place where the pillar of his niece - Olivia - was supposed to be.
Yet it was nowhere to be seen.
When Grandmaster Gryndor told him that his granddaughter's pillar had disappeared, Aldemar feared the worst. He feared that the trio had died on their way to the cathedral, but he had hoped that Aria had succeeded in becoming a Grandmaster...
Until a few days ago when the pillar of Olivia had disappeared as well.
No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he knew the truth, Olivia, his niece, was dead. There was virtually no chance that the trio had managed to liberate two cathedrals in a single expedition. Never in the history of mankind had this kind of miracle ever happened, nor would it ever happen. The corruption was just too much of a threat.
"I am such a failure of an uncle!" Aldemar cursed as he clenched his fist. It hurt—he had not only lost his niece, his only family, but she was dead because of him.