"Good afternoon, sinners." the voice came from behind the curtain of red light.
It took a few seconds, but they could now see the speaker. It was a handsome and muscular black-haired man who wore the same robes as the members of the Bloody Heranites.
The only difference between his and theirs was that his own robe was pitch black, accentuated by red stitches and elegant embroidery.
Atlas frowned. This was their real leader, Randall Tinz. After thinking for a second, he responded to the other man in kind.
"Good afternoon, Apostle Randall."
Randall's face hardly changed to the utterance of his actual name. Atlas didn't really expect any sudden results; he was just testing the waters a little.
"I have come to cleanse the world of your presence. Your followers may live if they repent. After all, the Lord is merciful."
