"Archbishop Joala, was an agreement reached?" a young priestess, her cheeks and tip of her nose pinkish, next to her, Muspuella, the arch-paladin was standing robustly.
"Once again, just call me Joala, I am your aunt" Joala brushed her hand through the priestess's short blonde hair.
"And no, we still can't agree on anything of our own, half of us want to make moves of our owns, the other half want to wait for Tamaris to lead the way, no matter how many councils we call for, we won't be able of going anywhere" responding to the question, Joala walked out of the central church followed closely by the other two.
Even though the church of Phanes was in a position of power at the moment, the holy life they wielded was the best weapon Millipolo held against the undead threat, still, Joala was not the head of the church, and despite being in a good position to actively fight back, the council of popes could not fall into agreement.
