"Is this a joke?" Even Saint Seer could not believe it.
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, another subordinate assistant arrived at the door. "Bishop Gunther, another missive from Sandwall!"
"Ah, one more here!" Another assistant appeared.
The Pope composed himself and stood up. "I am departing for Sandwall. I will fly there!"
"You must not," Saint Wazir advised. "The Anti-Light Chief could be awaiting you. He is a Supreme Wizard, and this could be his ploy!"
The Pope did not wish to hear any excuses at that moment. He rushed to leave the chamber. "No, the letter bore the Archbishop of Sandwall's seal. I must verify it, even if it's a lie. Sylvester was the last hope for a prosperous future for the church. There is no other man in the world who has exhibited as much talent as him in politics and power! We must retrieve him..."
Bam!
