The Sacred Isle. The ninth floor of the Radiant Temple.
At this moment, the atmosphere was an extremely depressing one. The air was so thick and stifling, it seemed to have turned solid.
The Holy Emperor Heidens, Praetor Osenno, Zealot Commander Lehman, and Lord Fallen Leaf, the spiritual leader of the Ascetics. These four high level individuals were all present. They were staring at the news they had received. Their faces had all become exceedingly ugly to behold.
Silence!
After receiving this news, nobody spoke. Everyone understood the grave importance this news represented. Perhaps to Linley…worldly power, land, and kingdoms meant nothing. Even if the Baruch Kingdom were to disappear, it wouldn’t mean much to him.
But it was different for the Radiant Church.
