The Cerulean Tide continued its relentless surge. Yet, for some unknown reason, it did not reach into this withered forest where Andrew stood, so he was not in any hurry and waited patiently.

Rosemary's face remained icy cold, lost in her own thoughts.

Although their earlier conversation had not been pleasant, it had not crossed the line, nor did it warrant open conflict.

At the very least, neither of them had made a move.

Angels of Lomuia Grand Cathedral ranked even above cardinals in the hierarchy. In terms of status, they were second only to the Church's supreme leader, the Pope himself.

Rosemary was not overwhelmingly powerful; at the very least, she had not reached the martial god level yet. If she had already become an angel despite that, it could only mean one thing: Rosemary possessed terrifying talent or came from an extremely influential background.

Andrew knew quite a bit about Lomuia Grand Cathedral. However, when it came to high-level figures, such as angels, much