The dispute had dissipated, signaling the end of this Witcher disaster. Raymond stood outside the chapel, looking at the light sphere in his hand, its bright and pure liquid surface reflecting his face.
A cold breeze blew down Andrey's hallway, causing ripples on the glowing surface of the light sphere.
"You have returned, Loveday." Behind a pillar, a gaunt figure materialized in the darkness, the Star Spirit, Loveday. He kneeled on the ground, with a dull body that made him look more like a zombie.
"I have returned, Bishop Raymond, I'm sorry it took some time."
Raymond looked at the Star Spirit's body, its skin once again dimmed, the metallic armor enveloping the body also turned pitch black. "The corruption by the Void is greater than I imagined."
Loveday bowed his head, tilting the back high. "I used the Holy Light given by Lord Raymond for some other matters. It's okay, the erosion by the Void is still slow, to this extent, I can bear it."
