A quick scan of the room with his eyes hidden behind the mask brought Gilead to an understanding.
'Valestorm is unstable.'
The crescendo of the voices with emotions ranging from annoyance, to rage, to uncertainty, to fear filled the dark enclove within the Temple of Sands.
"We can't fight against them. Even with the power of the Songstress, we were defeated!"
"Their ranks are filled with vicious beasts masquerading as humans. Those vile creatures deserve to die!"
"Our foundations have become shaky. There is nothing we can do. Our god has forsaken us, and his champion is dead. What are we to do?"
Indeed, it was just a boatload of nonsense...
Gilead glanced at Wulf. Although he couldn't see his face, he could tell that the Head Priest was simmering with anger, undoubtedly very provoked by the words of the Heart Ward.
'Speaking of her...'
Behind the mask, Gilead's eyes narrowed.
Wulf's tone was dark,
