It was official now. They were mad. They were all raving mad and Han was now beginning to see the focal point of their madness.
This man, Priest Regulus, has formed a niche of madness around himself. A coat of false pretense that eventually traveled like a ripple throughout the entirety of his congregation.
How can a person in their right sense say something like that with a straight face!? It didn't matter what you did, so long as it was for the lord!? It was like a mass murderer's wet dream!
"This creator of yours, who is he exactly. I read through your entire book and I never once saw a mention of where the creator came from or where he went to,"
