"A dead end…"
Stella looked up at the mural in front of them.
They had walked for nearly a day to get here, yet only a dead end welcomed them. Both front and back were barred, making Stella feel like everything they had done was pointless.
But it seemed like she was the only one who felt bad.
Beside her, Thirteen looked at the mural with hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene.
His gaze was fixed on the story abstractly narrated by the hand painting.
Just like the earlier paintings, it depicted a man holding up the Key of Pride, using it as some kind of weapon against monsters that stood in his way.
The keys of the Seven Deadly Sins held the faint power of Divinity.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them Divine Artifacts, and such artifacts held power that not many could fathom.
Just as Stella thought about what to do next, Thirteen finally made his move.
