The group of priests stood around, eyes locked on Reeva, waiting for him to speak. Meanwhile, Reeva couldn't have cared less about them. His attention was on Onia, who was walking away with the royal guards. She glanced back at him, smiling slightly, as if she believed Reeva was sacrificing himself for her. In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth.
"What do you have to say, heretic?" The priest's voice snapped Reeva back to the moment. If he played his cards right, this could be his opportunity to deal with higher-ups directly.
"I want to say that I hold information that would change the church as it stands today."
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The priests exchanged confused glances, unsure of what information could possibly shake the church. All eyes eventually turned to the divination priest, the one who communicated with their god. His expression shifted between confusion and disbelief, and Reeva had a feeling he was reading it right.
