The air was fresh and crisp, the aether clear and vibrant. Not a speck of cursed energy leaked into the sanctuary that formed around the golden sugarcane, as if an invisible boundary kept everything at bay.
In fact, Nero even suspected that if it weren't for Virtuous Moonlight keeping him purified, entering this place would have cleared him of any lingering cursed energy, or even curses that hung onto his body. There was no actual basis for this feeling, but he could not deny how strongly he felt it.
Nero could not help but wonder if coming here would help those who had been suffering from the effects of the abstract curse. He had a feeling that it would - but the problem was that it was basically impossible to bring them here without exposing himself.
