Esquin remained seated on his throne, holding a piece of paper in his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he tossed the paper aside and spoke, "The angels are taking this seriously. They've even dispatched those thrones to the battlefield."
Glancing at his kneeling subordinate, he instructed, "Inform the Black Blood Cult to mobilize. I don't care about the method; I simply wish to gauge the reaction of the Holy Lands."
"My Lord, the Black Blood Cult...?" The subordinate expressed surprise.
"Yes, instruct them to act swiftly, or else I will have no qualms about eliminating them. It would be in their best interest to comply rather than face the consequences from my men," Esquin declared in a cold, unwavering tone.
