Bishop Agrippa stared into the air, frozen.
He couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
As he watched the two figures walking toward him, it felt as if time had stopped.
His entire body stiffened—he couldn't even move a finger.
Is this really the end? So easily?
He couldn't accept it.
Did people truly understand what the Priests of Silence were? What are the warrior monks?
And this place—was it not sacred ground, blessed by the Radiant One's power?
Even the strongest beings of the continent would see their abilities halved upon setting foot on this island.
That's why he hadn't been too concerned—even when the dragon had attacked, even when the strange magical ship appeared.
But now… had two people really defeated everyone?
"H-ha… haha… This must be a dream. It has to be…"
His mind teetered on the brink.
He tried desperately to hold on to reason and not fall into complete denial.
Now, no one remained by his side.
