Mr. Raymond's golden skull housed a Holy Flame like two blazing suns, showering Lyle with a holy and majestic light.
Perhaps every fool is but a disguise worn by the wise in daily life.
In Lyle's heart, the just Mr. Raymond grew tall and mighty, mirroring the ceiling of his combat abilities.
"Plague Doctor, you are human, and thus, you are one of those I wish to protect," Mr. Raymond extended his palm. "Please show your Andrei ring, Mr. Plague Doctor, if you would."
With a smile, Lyle looked at the senior before him, rejuvenated, extending his own ring-adorned hand. "This is much less elaborate than the baptism I had imagined. Thank you, Senior Raymond."
