CH503 Kron, the Disillusioned II
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"Child, do you want to go into the temple?"
The voice came from behind him.
Kron stiffened.
He turned and saw an old priest approaching—genial-looking, smiling softly, his steps calm and measured.
Yet the moment the man drew close, Kron's pupils tightened.
A crushing presence of divine energy washed over him like a tide, a bit overwhelming.
His heart skipped a beat.
'A Bishop…!'
A bishop's divine energy could rival—sometimes even surpass—that of a Combat Master.
Kron immediately lowered his head and shook it.
"I am not worthy."
The old priest chuckled warmly.
"Indeed. We are all unworthy," he said gently, "and yet our Lord sends forth His grace to all who embrace the light and justice."
He stepped closer, smile widening.
"Come, child. Let the light of our Lord Juror bask through you."
Before Kron could properly refuse, the old man reached out and took his arm—firmly, almost forcefully.
He wasn't asking... he was guiding.
