⁜ High Inquisitor Felix POV
In a dark chamber filled with countless candlelights and the thick stench of iron and copper, a handsome male with pure silver hair and brown eyes knelt before a woman standing upon an altar, holding a bloody dagger in one hand and a human heart in the other.
"Saintess! I bring reports of the Divine Son's movements!"
The Grand Inquisitor Felix wore a new robe from the last time. His rank upgraded as the bird with eight wings now looked more defined.
His emblem looked more like Asura's strange form from Wolfsheim, its black and grey wings spreading outwards as if offering itself to others. It seemed distorted, with some wings being of other creatures and feathers dropping around the figure's feet.
"Felix, do you believe I wouldn't know what happens regarding the Divine Son?"
