Seven Sins System Chapter 585. Vessels of Faith

Seven Sins System Chapter 585. Vessels of Faith

It was stronger here, deeper, more concentrated. And it definitely wasn’t coming from the prayer hall. I followed it, tracking the invisible trail like a hound sniffing out prey. My footsteps echoed faintly, the stone floor cool beneath my boots, the sensation grounding me back into my shadow element.

The energy grew stronger the deeper I moved. It vibrated faintly against my skin, sharp and precise. Angelic magic wasn’t something I was particularly fond of, but right now, it was leading me exactly where I needed to go.

I paused at a heavy wooden door carved with intricate symbols, glowing faintly blue. It hummed softly with enchantment, warding against intrusion. I reached out, running my fingers lightly across its polished surface. Cool. Smooth. Perfectly ordinary to mortal eyes—but beneath it?

Magic. Lots of magic.

I smirked. “Alright then. Showtime.” I flexed my fingers and placed my palm flat against the door, muttering softly. “Alright, let’s see what you’re hiding…” A smirk tugged at my lips as I activated my skill.

[Skill Activated: Teleportation]

The world folded in on itself for half a second, reality distorting around me in a swirl of shadow and distortion before suddenly snapping back into clarity. My feet landed firmly on polished marble tiles, the air immediately feeling heavier.

[System Alert: Dense Holy Energy Detected!]
[Resistance to Holy Element Reduced by 10%]

I exhaled slowly, adjusting to the oppressive presence. Yeah, definitely not a place a devil would normally stroll through casually. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Straightening up, I scanned my surroundings. This wasn’t some tiny chapel or hidden prayer chamber. I stood at the edge of an expansive hall, easily twice the size of the main cathedral. It stretched forward endlessly, bathed in a dim but warm white glow from dozens of suspended crystal chandeliers. The air smelled sharply of incense and sacred oils, filling my nostrils like a suffocating perfume.

“Ugh!” I grimanced.

I stepped deeper into the hall, eyes narrowed as I scanned my surroundings. It didn’t take long for me to realize exactly why the atmosphere felt heavier here.

Statues.

They stood like silent guardians along the hall’s perimeter. Eight massive statues in total, carved from the purest white marble I’d ever seen, almost glowing softly with divine radiance. They stood arranged in a half-circle around a raised dais at the far end of the hall.

I recognized them immediately.

The Seven Virtues—Charity, Chastity, Diligence, Humility, Kindness, Patience, and Temperance. They were depicted as serene, graceful figures, their faces calm, eyes gently closed, and hands raised in silent benediction. Above them all, elevated upon the highest pedestal, stood a regal statue, unmistakably the Queen herself. Her expression carved eternally gentle and serene.

But what really caught my attention wasn’t the statues themselves.

No, it was the crystals at their centers. Each statue held a gleaming white crystal embedded in its chest, glowing with a gentle yet unmistakable pulse of pure divine power. They radiated energy, filling the hall with waves of soft warmth, suffusing the air until every breath tasted of sanctity, purity, and virtue.

I narrowed my eyes. ‘White Crystals.’

They were actually cultivating holy power here—purifying and compressing it into these cores. But why?

I moved cautiously toward the statues. As I drew closer, the oppressive force intensified.

“This is so damn excessive…” I muttered under my breath, annoyed. “You guys really love showing off, huh?”

My voice bounced around the cavernous hall, a mocking whisper in a place of reverence.

I stepped toward Puriel’s statue, looking up at her marble face. It was strange seeing her like this. Cold. Distant. Perfect. Like a version of her from another lifetime.

I scoffed quietly. “You look better when you’re pissed at me,” I murmured, grinning to myself.

Suddenly, something stirred behind me—a whisper, a faint breath, almost too subtle to notice.

I spun sharply, every muscle tensed. “Who’s there?”

Silence.

I narrowed my eyes, gaze darting across the shadowed corners. The room remained still, empty except for the statues, yet the feeling of being watched intensified, crawling down my spine like icy fingertips.

My fists clenched tighter. “Show yourself,” I said firmly. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

Silence answered again, heavy and deafening.

Then, slowly, the air shifted. A figure appeared from behind the statue of Humility, stepping into the soft glow of chandelier light.

He wore a simple white robe embroidered with gold thread, a serene, almost kindly expression on his face. He didn’t look hostile—just calm, composed, and annoyingly holy.

“Welcome, traveler,” he greeted softly, bowing slightly in my direction. His voice was rich and smooth, like honey. But something about his demeanor was too perfect, too rehearsed. “You are brave, coming here alone.”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Few dare enter the Sanctum without permission.”

I shrugged casually, letting my eyes scan him up and down. He wore pristine white robes embroidered in silver and gold, symbols of virtue lining his sleeves. A high priest, then. Powerful? Maybe. Dangerous? Possibly. But compared to me? Not even close.

“What can I say?” I drawled sarcastically. “I’m special.”

A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes were sharp, wary. “Indeed, you are. But you should not be here. This place is sacred.”

I smiled back, all teeth and no warmth. “Yeah, about that. Mind telling me why you’re stockpiling holy energy like it’s about to go out of style?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering through his gaze. “How do you—?”

“I’m observant,” I interrupted dryly. “So spill it. What’s the big plan here? Trying to weaponize holy power?”

He stiffened, clearly startled. Then he relaxed again, regaining his composure quickly. “You misunderstand. These crystals are merely vessels of faith. Nothing more.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Bullshit. These crystals hold enough holy energy to blow this city sky-high if misused. Try again.”

He remained calm, his gaze steady, unwavering. “Your imagination is colorful. We serve the Goddess. Nothing here could ever be used for harm.”