John could clearly sense that this person's aura was becoming increasingly dangerous.
At the same time, he felt an unmistakable connection between the vines and this individual.
Something was terribly wrong—this person seemed to be transforming into something entirely different.
What was happening?
This shouldn't be as dangerous as it appeared.
But now, it was clear that reality was diverging sharply from his expectations.
The High Priest, observing them with a gaze that had changed ever so slightly, allowed a faint, upward curve to form at the corners of his mouth.
"But, Divine Envoy, if you're willing to tell me now, I wouldn't mind at all. After all, we're on the same side, aren't we? We're all people who can hear the voice of the gods, aren't we?"
As he said this, his expression shifted once again, becoming more tender yet somehow more threatening.
The gentler he became, the more perilous it felt.
