Time in the empty cell flew by in a matter of minutes.
Three large figures from the Demon Clan standing beneath the Anti-Magic Steel Columns seemed to sense something and immediately stopped their whispering chatter.
They all straightened up, looking towards the cell door.
By the time the Great Love Poet returned to Puranay's Special Cell, a male trainee prison guard had appeared by the door.
Though he seemed to bear some injuries, his position didn't seem prestigious, making it hard to imagine how strong his spirit must be to fight through this trial by the Demon Clan.
"I need you to take Mr. Puranay's place for a while."
The Great Love Poet looked at the injuries on the young priest of Hegemony and apologized.
"It is my honor. I wish you and Mr. Bishop good fortune in war."
The priest of Hegemony bowed and replied.
Far away.
Puranay looked at Antanas with an odd expression.
What is a bishop?
Generally, when dealing with something unknown, it was best to ask Antanas.
