Mage Delin's words plunged the entire Alchemy Workshop into a dead silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Parasites.
Thieves.
Bloodsucking leeches.
Coming from the mouth of the always gentle and refined Mage Delin, these words were so jarring, and yet so... apt.
Standing to the side, Raylo felt an icy chill shoot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
He finally understood.
He completely understood.
Why the Mages of the "Heart of Arcane" world detested "faith" so profoundly.
Why the Light Deity, after being refused the right to spread his teachings, had unhesitatingly launched a world-ending war.
Because, for a Divine Spirit, there was essentially no difference between spreading faith and waging war!
Their goal was one and the same!
To plunder!
To plunder a world's origin!
It was just that the former was a "gentle," sustainable method of plunder.
While the latter was a "crude," one-time method of plunder, like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!
