Lucivar sat on the pew with his hands clasped together, fingers intertwined.
His face bore the shade of someone who'd just lost someone close to them, with wrath and hatred inside, shimmering beneath like an inextinguishable flame. It wasn't his intention to do anything but train here, but now, it seemed he had no choice but to get involved.
Albeit reluctant, assuring that she could handle it, Morriva told him what was going on.
In order to please him, she had already begun expanding her influence.
She has now set her eyes on a city twenty miles away.
From the information she got from the Blood Priests, she sent there—the city has Hybrids, but none of them could pose a threat—to their forces. Considering that the people of the Ordained Mirror Cult are exceptional, few slave cities could go against them.
And this city was not an exception.
However, recently, a group of ten Blood Priests who were sent to terrorize them didn't come back.
Morriva lost contact with them.
