Church of Light, Lower Domain #22
"I have a bad feeling about this."
The Archbishop of Light spoke slowly, his fingers clasped together as he stared at the faint glow of the holy sigil before him.
He was a player like any other, but unlike most, he had devoted his entire existence to the [God of Light].
Years ago, he had received what he believed to be a divine calling. A whisper that echoed through his soul, guiding him toward faith, obedience, and worship.
Since then, everything he did revolved around one goal: to be chosen.
To one day stand before his god and have his devotion rewarded.
No one knew yet, but in the near future he would be the [God of Light]'s strongest soldier, meaning he was a target Leon wanted to get rid off.
"Priests," the archbishop said, turning toward the figures kneeling behind him, "the [God of Light] has instructed us to prepare."
The room went silent. No one dared breathe loudly.
