Dark Archbishop Cyprusio's calm countenance couldn't hold up to this individual, breaking into one of innate fear. He knew this person had the least resistance to make use of anything in the world to strive forward. For him to have descended to the Lower Realms as an avatar, he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Surely, he would have no wish to help the Divine Emperor of Death or his family survive.
"It seems like the Heavenly Blight Hall is not respected. Should we kill them all?"
The black-robed silhouette walked out of the shadows and moved into the light. His voice revealed him to be a man, but his face was still draped in a spectral cloak as though he couldn't be seen.
