I might have done a lot of things that are against the teachings of the Codex, but I remain the staunchest of believers.
The great head inquisitor took his golden book and approached the altar that Saleen built while being escorted by the golden-armored knights. His mind was calm as he blessed himself with prayers.
Even the most powerful of mages did not possess as many pure status type spells as buffing spells in the divine arts. The golden-armored knights did not ride quickly.
The status buffs on the great head inquisitor grew by a layer with every mile they rode. White holy light shimmered and leaked under the black robe, as if it was an angel made of pure energy was hidden beneath the robe.
The judgment had only begun. Don did not go about it per the ways of the Holy See. He did not inquire anything and simply said with his rusty voice before every holy master chained at the pillars, "In the name of the Goddess of Nature, I judge you to be sinful!"
