Blair sighed as he saw the masked man seated at his desk. Calmly, he walked over and sat down across from him.
"Luke, you nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought some church agent was sitting here."
The figure remained motionless. When he spoke, his voice was cold, distorted and inhuman.
"Blair. Jack and I told you back then—we needed to take action against the Church. But you stopped us. And now? Jack is dead. He was the only one we had with strong political ties."
Blair narrowed his eyes at the familiar voice, now tainted and strange.
"Luke… What happened to your voice?"
Luke leaned forward, eyes burning with anger through the mask.
"Stop the bullshit, Blair. Answer me!"
Blair sighed, rubbing his temple with a weary hand.
"Luke, you don't understand. You don't know the High Priest's power. I do—I've experienced it firsthand. We're no match for him."
Luke slowly leaned back into his seat. A twisted, unnatural giggle slipped from his lips.
"Heh… heha… hehehehrrrres..."
