Agrippa didn't hesitate.
"Proceed immediately. Make it hurt. Their screams must reach Radiance's ears."
"Yes, Your Grace!"
The bishop's gaze softened slightly as he watched Julius hurry away. The boy had a promising future—already being groomed as the next Silent Bishop.
'A true heir of Radiance's blood. I'm pleased.'
Marcus, meanwhile, continued his relentless assault on the barrier—slashing with claws, breathing fire. Watching from the ship, Miaomiao yowled in frustration.
[You featherbrained lizard! That's not going to do a thing! Save your energy for when the barrier actually breaks!]
But Marcus wasn't listening. Rage had taken over.
They had once tricked him, nailed his wings, tried to offer him as a sacrifice—and he would never forget it.
Michael gently stopped Miaomiao from interfering.
"Leave him be. He needs this."
