In the specially made prison in the Church’s ship.
"This thing is... unique. It can actually interfere with the release of our Spiritual Energy. Even if the elder came over, he probably wouldn’t be able to use his psychic abilities."
The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the custom-made silver pillars that were keeping them locked them up.
"Speak no more. The walls may have ears." Benjamin who was locked in a room beside them whispered to warn them. The young man and young lady quickly stopped their conversation and shrunk into a corner of the prison, laying low.
Benjamin nodded.
He went back to his corner and went quiet. He couldn’t help but rub his face that was full of oil paint though. In order to play a young worshipper from overseas, he made quite an effort so that the priests wouldn’t recognize him.
And now that the first step of the plan was successfully completed. It was all worth it - regardless how uncomfortable his face was.
