Viktor Lyonars stood resolute, his declaration echoing through the theater like a thunderclap. The audience quivered in fear, each soul feeling the weight of their sins pressing down upon them. But there was one who did not yield.
"How presumptuous of you," Warth, the Seventh Apostle, retorted, his tone colder than the chill of the abyss. He regarded Viktor with an unflinching resolve, unwilling to bow to the threat of impending judgment.
Warth's eyes darted toward Varg, a silent telepathic message piercing through the chaos of the moment. Take the child and flee. I will deal with him and find you afterward.
With a slight nod, Varg heeded the command, gently lifting Adam into his arms. Alongside the host and Betros, they attempted to escape the theater, but Viktor's formidable presence manifested as a gravitational force, anchoring them in place. Their legs trembled under the immense pressure.
