Chapter 166: The Deep Map
Deep beneath the Iron Estate, the air was entirely void of warmth.
The subterranean dungeons were dark, damp, and completely soundproof. Captain Kaelen of the Holy Empire hung from the ceiling by heavy starmetal chains.
His pristine white armor had been completely stripped away. He was bruised, bleeding, and trembling in the cold.
Silas Vane sat perfectly composed in a velvet chair across from the captive. The Chief Inquisitor slowly exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke. He let the silence completely stretch the Paladin's frayed nerves.
"Your god is quiet today, Captain," Silas spoke, his voice dangerously smooth.
"You prayed for three hours. No angels came. No holy light shattered my walls. It seems the divine has completely abandoned you to the dirt."
"Heretic," Kaelen spat weakly, his voice hoarse.
"You sink us with cowardly magic. But the Pope will cleanse this entire continent. The Lightbringer will burn your Sovereign to ash."
