Outside Black Stone City, at an inconspicuous dungeon entrance, Warden Calder was preparing with his subordinates to transfer a group of prisoners sentenced to the death penalty into a prison carriage to be sent to the Holy Healing Church within the city.
"The actions of the Holy Healing Church seem to be getting crazier and crazier," he muttered to himself. "They've started to lay hands on the living..."
With a belly like an eight-month pregnant beer gut and a body grown plump, Warden Calder couldn't help but shake his head.
At this point, the tall and thin young man beside him spoke, "The cases of the death penalty issued by the Tribunal of Judgment are increasing. Even if one says the wrong thing, they could be sentenced to the death penalty...
"However, these people are not executed immediately, instead, they are sent to the Holy Healing Church."
"I always feel like the Judges might have reached some indescribable agreement with the people of the Holy Healing Church..."
