Made up of all kinds of people from different parts of the Mainland, the Chameleon corps were known to shout and scream with bloodthirstiness and the zeal to destroy whenever they set out to war.
There was none of that now. Accompanied by somber silence that was occasionally interrupted by the lightning from above, the large and final force of the Church moved in the direction of Angaria.
Jonah had gotten used to not paying too much attention to the words of the Bishop, as he had realized by now that he could never know when she was being truthful and when she was acting disingenuously. Hence, when he heard her short speech, he had immediately wondered whether there was a fourth wave that none of them knew about.
If it was true, it would be both extremely anticlimactic and illogical. He pondered for a few moments on whether he was right, but a few seconds after their departure, the Bishop did something that set these doubts to rest.
