"This is… the city beneath the city…"
Angel Schiller walked through the nearly deserted city.
He had heard of this city.
The Six Divine plotted against the rule of God and created the Primordial Church, and the city beneath the city was the heart of the Primordial Church.
They thought they were extremely secretive in their every move, but in the end, they still brought about their own doom, their souls plunging into Hell to suffer punishment.
The broken stone walls rose and fell haphazardly. Since the death of the Six Gods, the city had been devoid of life, leaving behind traces of lives that seemed like the work of ghosts.
The city had succumbed to an endless darkness, sinking into a sea of deadly silence.
Schiller slowly made his way to the city's highest point, where the counterfeit Golden Hall lay in ruins. The Great Angel couldn't help but find the creations of the Six Gods laughably absurd.
He ascended slowly, gazing into the formless darkness.
