One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

For Tesla, his new destination was Eldros. The Continent carrying the slab and the Citadel.

In reality, he was the resident of a continent Zane had heard about a few minutes ago in the Cinder Row slums from Cynthia.

Vaelreth.

Zane’s ears perked up hearing the name.

"You used to live there?" He asked.

"Yeah. That is my home. What’s the big deal?"

Should I ask him to send the charm to Cynthia’s family? I will be safe from going there and the quest will be completed too.

Zane ran his mind and he was convinced of his plan as well.

But as he imagined conveying the plan to Tesla, he encountered a grave problem with it.

I didn’t even ask Cynthia about her family. Where do they live? What do they look like? What is their name? I only know her last name is Boris. I simply accepted her request without any details. I am an idiot!

Even if Zane gave the task to Tesla, he wouldn’t be able to tell the red eyed man where to find Cynthia’s family.

I will ask her for more details.

Tesla stared at Zane. The man had gone silent after hearing his home continent.

Zane sensed the gaze and immediately returned to the situation in hand.

"I want to go to Vaereth one day. Take me there when I tell you to."

"Huh?" Tesla raised his brows. "You are giving orders?"

"I am not. I am simply asking. I have to do something important there."

"Hmm. I will help you but in return you hav—"

"I know. I accept your job. I’ll be your Sales manager or whatever it is. Just don’t go back on the money you promised."

Tesla grinned from ear to ear.

"Don’t worry about that." He said and opened the small pocket of his purse.

Coins crackled inside as Tesla took out five bronze lumens.

"This is your first salary. I am paying you in advance for this week. Sell my products and you might get more money."

Tesla handed the coins to Zane.

The coins were gray and they had a hole in the middle of them.

That’s how the currency was.

Bronze lumens had the biggest hole in the middle and then the silver lumens had a smaller hole but the gold lumens had no holes. It was whole.

There were also paper lumens but Zane had only heard about them as fairy tales.

Well, he had only seen and held bronze lumens so he wasn’t sure about the silver and gold as well.

Nevertheless, Zane made his first money in the Citadel by an unexpected means.

He would have outright refused the offer as trusting a stranger went against his morals but he needed the money. He wasn’t alone anymore. Not only Milo but the slums were dependent on him too. He had promised them he would send them money regularly.

Zane kept the coins, counted them and stored them inside his left shoe.

Tesla and Xavier both frowned at the act but the next second, they somehow found it logical for Zane to do this.

"What are you doing here? Go inside!" Someone shouted.

The three men looked and it was an Enforcer.

Kairon.

Only Zane and Xavier remember the man.

As they heard the Enforcer, they looked around and their heart skipped a beat.

They were alone.

Everyone else was already inside the Cathedral.

"Shit. I don’t want to die."

Tesla was the first one to move.

Zane and Xavier followed him as well.

If they stayed outside long enough, they would be considered non-believers and the first one to be killed would obviously be Zane.

Tesla, for some reason, appeared to share the same fear as well.

He didn’t look like a gutterborn and the fact that he was admitted inside the Halocrat batch, meant he had awakened some high tier skills.

So either he was a Commoner or some other type of thing that existed in Vaelreth that Zane didn’t know.

Deciding to ask later, Zane and Xavier finally entered the Cathedral.

Kairon and the other Enforcer were the last to enter and with their entry...

THUD!

The twin doors went shut.

Darkness swallowed the believers present inside and the next moment, the ceiling moved.

The pointed top of the Cathedral rotated in a circle and then it toppled over as if someone opened the cap of a bottle.

Glazing sunlight invaded the place of worship as Zane was finally able to see the Cathedral in its full glory.

Roaming his eyes, Zane figured out why the churches of First Flame were called the Glory Order.

The Cathedral was ten times bigger than the church Zane had visited yesterday.

There were too many seats to count.

All the seats excluded a glow from their borders and cushions.

They were pristine, reflecting the grand chandelier hanging in the air with no support.

In the front, was a wooden stage where the portrait of a sun exerting its rays to figures that weren’t human was placed on the wall.

On the left side of the stage stood a podium and to the right side stood a witness box with three borders.

It was Zane’s first time seeing such a thing and he didn’t know what it was used for and he had no intentions of finding it out.

However, the cathedral might be beautiful, but it also had a partition.

Just at the entry, a metal plank laid horizontally stopping those who knew it was meant for them.

Tesla and Xavier walked over the plank but Zane stopped.

Zane stopped before it along with people of his kind.

Each and everyone belonging in the Citadel was present in the Cathedral at the moment and they were already seated to their desired and meant place.

The gutterborns at the back, the Commoners in the middle while the Halocrats in the front.

The quality of seats varied as one walked forward in the Cathedral.

The seats were meant only for one person to sit. It wasn’t a bench.

Zane found a normal wooden seat with some inches of foam creaking for him and with no surprise, he sat on it.

Xavier and Tesla also found a seat for themselves.

They looked at Zane once and then focused in the front.

Zane didn’t mind them and noticed that each seat was full.

Each seat meant for the Commoners and Halocrats that is.

The seat for the Gutterborns, only a handful of students were present. Otherwise, the section only had workers.

Zane had sat in the last row, on his left was an empty red carpet and on his right sat another gutterborn of his own age.

It didn’t look like the man was in the mood of talking but Zane wasn’t interested as well.

His eyes never rested as it scanned each nook and cranny of the Cathedral.

He had a target in mind.

He was looking for something.

Someone.

Every soul present in the Ironhalo Citadel was present in the Cathedral so Zane was sure he would find him.

He would find him and fulfill the promise he had taken with his mother.

He stretched his head all around.

Not only at the Gutterborns, he looked at the Halocrats and Commoners as well.

Not one face he missed, not one seat he missed.

But no matter what....

No matter what...

Where is Herring?

Herring was nowhere to be found.

If every being of the Citadel was where Zane currently was, then where was Herring?

How will I face your mother, Herring? Where are you?