What defines a divine herald is that the deity may have forgotten, yet there are devout believers who spare nothing, risking their life to fulfill.
"Devour it! Kill it! Hermorthos." Oke clearly pronounced every word, then scratched his head and asked somewhat shyly, "Uh, may I ask, are you Hermorthos?"
The intent in the darkness felt quite helpless, giving a 'hmm', you're here to kill me without even knowing who I am? Where did this audacious guy come from?
With a flicker of thought, a shadowy, almost invisible humanoid figure appeared from the darkness, quietly reaching out towards Oke.
"Oh, that's great, Bone Priest, I found it." At Oke's words, a summoning channel opened behind him, and the Bone Priest, carrying a broom, leaped out from within.
A broom? A skeleton? When did I offend a skeleton that sweeps? Hermorthos was utterly perplexed.
