Chapter Twenty Two: Purple Embodies All

The sorcerers all surrounded the unconscious Walter, all of them cladded in white robes which were as white as snow and as pure as babies. Their faces were calm, exuding serenity and warmth.

For some time, they stood without saying a word. It was probable that they were saddened about having to purify and kill the Destined One whom they had so waited for. They hadn't expected that Walter was the Destined One so they were aggrieved about ending the young man's life. But then, this was necessary as Walter would be relieved of his ill feelings and allowed to rest in Paradise. They weren't purifying him to remove all forms of evil from him. No, no one can do that as a Destined One was immune to stuffs like that—stuffs which would affect his very nature. Rather, they were purifying him to enable him ascend to Paradise instead of Helluva.

Blessing of Hellenes!

One of them spread his hands apart, taking the initiative to purify Walter. He didn't want to delay as no one knew when an accident