The research wing of Vaingall stretched before Oizys and Samael like a cathedral of secrets, its walls adorned with Claturian sigils that pulsed faintly with violet light.
Even with the advancement in terms of development in terms of infrastructure and method, the Claturian definitely couldn't part ways with their sigils adorning every place they encountered.
Because at this point, the majority of the sigils they crafted into place barely had any function or purpose, making them somewhat of an aesthetic decoration with tiny itty bits of warding property for evils.
In a way, it was just like a statement saying, "I'm here!" or "We built this!" and many more sentiments behind their additions.
Not to mention, they also started to carry Kivas' faith in them, so there was not a single complaint coming from the governing side of the Consortium.
"For Kivas to begin the research alone without waiting for us."
