Ethan had initially thought that Bogart would be reluctant to let anyone go.
After all, as described in the texts, these so-called sect guardians were known for their rigid traditionalism.
They would rather have their successors live on in the ideal world they had created.
However, Bogart's words took Ethan by surprise. "Our Wraith Cult has been dormant in the torrents of time for far too long,"
Bogart spoke in a somber tone, as if reminiscing the glorious and powerful days of the Wraith Cult. "Now that our lord has emerged, it is time to demonstrate the might of our Wraith Cult."
A sense of mission surged within Ethan's heart.
Grasping the Grip of the Underworld, he looked up to the sky as if inspired, "Bogart, rest assured. Blessed by the Lord of Wraith, I shall uplift and glorify the Wraith Cult."
Bogart gazed at Ethan, his eyes brimming with hope. "My lord, I believe in you."
