The Saintlight Alliance's History and the Nether Passage Clue

Chapter 1382

"What is it?"

Leon looked at Hughes, who was floating in midair not far away. The owl, once slender, had grown noticeably plumper from his indulgence in sweets. Even hovering with his wings fluttering seemed to take effort now, and a ring of cream still smeared his face—clearly, he’d just devoured another pastry before coming to the semi-plane.

"Master Merlin, Farrow the idiot is looking for you. He’s gotten himself into trouble again, and this time the enemy is terrifying—powerful, ruthless. Farrow’s out of options…"

Leon frowned, stepped off the peak of Sky Pillar Mountain, and in an instant appeared at the Gilded Rose. Farrow was already waiting for him there.

"Master Merlin, there’s something I need to report…"

Farrow recounted the events in detail. Leon sat nearby, his expression darkening.

"Master Merlin, that’s the situation. What do you think we should do? The Sanctum of Light is a real problem—those people don’t care much for reason, and their strength is considerable…"

After hearing Farrow’s report, Leon frowned, recalling what he knew about the Sanctum of Light.

The Sanctum of Light—its history stretched back to the Third Dynasty. Back then, Light Mages held little status, and with the dynasty in control, they were kept firmly under royal authority, unable to form any real power of their own.