From Shane's perspective, he could not feel the slightest trace of breath or life from Harvis at this moment.
Apart from the concentrated magic power and the faint death Qi emanating from Harvis's body, there was almost nothing to indicate that he was alive.
Looking at Harvis in this state, Cappelen turned somewhat sorrowfully toward an old man in a vestment robe beside her.
"Temple Master, has there been no improvement in my brother's condition?"
Cappelen asked the other party.
The other party was the Temple Master of the Imperial City Temple, the leader of all the Divine Practitioners in the entire Empire, a Temple Mage of level eighty-nine.
It was not until this moment that Shane realized that not all leaders of the temples could be called Pope.
The Pope was a title only bestowed upon the most trusted by the Divine Race and the most venerable Divine Practitioners, and there would be only one Pope per generation.
