"It is our pleasure to be able to combat with you," Stan said with a smile.
The atmosphere became weird. If it had been someone else who had made this comment, it would have been different. As the high priest of Holy See, Stan should be an arch-enemy of Morgan. However, he had taken the initiative in agreeing with him. This change in attitude took everyone by surprise.
The many years of animosity shared was no laughing matter. A man must be able to adapt to his circumstances. This was easier said than done, but Morgan and Stan had proven it to be possible.
In the next instant, Stan flew up into the sky. His chants spread out in every direction. As his feet landed on the shabby mage tower, a bright curtain came down from the sky, covering the small city with holy light.
