Kage stared down from above, perched on a cliff near the prison. The structure was a metal hexagon—a massive black building consuming over five thousand square kilometers of land and containing over ten thousand Purists, Weavers. Of those prisoners, eight hundred and thirty-seven ranked above six.
[The Heretic Inquisitor of Eternal Truth is curious—of all eight hundred and thirty-seven, why this Hwi-Geon? Who is he?]
Kage shrugged uncharacteristically.
"No one special. Aside from his reputation as a prodigious Purist, he's remarkably easy to control. No ambition, no family, nothing. Just a will to follow."
[The Heretic Inquisitor of Eternal Truth implies how strange it is—says a man without ambition, regardless of strength, is merely weak. He asks why you'd leave your life in the hands of such a man.]
"This is presumptuous, but based on my observations, I think Hwi-Geon's lack of ambition and his will to follow might be tied to his Pure Armament."
