"Just speak what you want," Celestia reminded, her tone carrying both warm and warning. "The Holy Promise will make it absolute. Whatever you decree will be etched into every scripture of the Church of Light. It will not remain a word spoken it will become divine law itself."
Razeal barely listened or even need her to explain. He already knew how this ancient oath worked as he had seen it used in the original novel once before ofcourse, and the memory was enough.
His eyes swept over the coliseum. Tens of thousands of gazes bore down on him, filled with open scorn and whispered hatred. Even now, though he stood with the Holy Promise in his hand, they looked at him as if he were filth criminal.
And in answer, he only smirked back at them as if to say: Fuck you all.
He raised the glowing parchment high, its radiant script spilling golden light across his face. And with no hesitation, he spoke.
