"Easier said than done."
"I bet those damned [Harvesters] are hiding in there, disguised as members of the Blazing Sun Church. A head-on fight would be foolish."
"So what, we don't fight them and just keep kneeling?"
From the clamorous arguments rippling through the crowd, Zorn, who was in a corner, pieced together the general situation.
Over thirty Transcendents had gathered in the main hall of the Gray Mist Council.
At the head of a long, simple stone table, Marquis Albert, his expression solemn and dignified, slowly raised his head.
Instantly, the hall, steeped in the depths of the endless gray mist, fell silent.
After his cold gaze swept across the room, Marquis Albert began to speak slowly.
"Everyone, just a short while ago, the Holy Fierce Sun Church, led by Bishop Andre Burke, surrounded Split Mist Town with a large force of Vice Bishops, High Priests, Priests, and their Knight Order."
