Or perhaps, given the sheer depth of the Cult of Four's foundation, they had never taken Orion and his allies seriously to begin with. Even if the Archbishops lacked the individual strength to secure a one-on-one victory, they held the advantage.
"You seem to have forgotten that we were never friends," Archbishop Kysar said, his voice as cold and heavy as a glacier. "I admit, this was a trap. But if a wolf wants to feast on sheep, it must jump into the pen and risk the shepherd, must it not?"
This cold, calculating presence was the true face of an Archbishop of the Cult of Four.
"If the Titanion Realm is to truly grow and successfully devour the domains of the four gods, we must draw out every trap they left behind," Kysar continued, a sneer twisting his lips. "Did you really think stealing from the divine would be simple?"
To the Cult, failing to kill Orion, the Lifeless Dreadgod, and Moriphara was nothing more than a stroke of bad luck.
A heavy silence settled over the group.
