Galahad was lost in thought. He was unable to accept his defeat, still.
"It doesn't matter now."
Galahad muttered as he stood in the middle of the underground hall of the Crimson Oath cult. In the absence of the moonlight, the hall was dark and the only light that flashed in the hall was from a giant red pillar within the hall.
He was still in his tattered battle attire as he rushed here to report to Kemeson the moment he made his escape. He kept his head down and did not dare look up towards the figure that was sitting on the throne. Galahad did not have to raise his head to feel the scrutinizing gaze of the Crimson Oath Cult Leader Kemeson on him. Galahad took a deep breath and knelt on one knee, placing his clenched right hand on his left chest, and gave a ceremonial greeting.
"Glory be to Kermes, Harbinger of Destruction"
"Glory be to his messenger, Kemeson"
"Why are you here, my child?" Kemeson's voice echoed throughout the hall, despite his soft tone.
