Just as Lynch was heading towards the Dwarf Prison, imagining what it might look like, a chain reaction was occurring across the Anriel Continent. Like waves in a tsunami, they began to relentlessly impact every peace-loving nation in this world.
The Holy Pate, the Light God Temple, and the old bishop who had always been respected, the leader of the core of national governance, finally breathed his last breath. His successor began exercising his duties three hours later. Because there had long been divine indications of who the next leader would be, there was no need for any further consideration or discussion. The two small puncture wounds on the former bishop's neck were deliberately ignored.
