Bansy Harbor... Alger understood at once. He had already learned what had happened in Bansy during his earlier conversation with Angel. Though he had not dared inquire within the Church, he had confirmed through his private channels the anomaly at Bansy Harbor last Tuesday night.
Most of the other members were bewildered. Audrey and Fors at least knew where Bansy was, but Emlyn and Derrick had not even heard of the island. They all looked at Angel with puzzled, confused expressions.
I really miss these looks... Angel straightened her back and said:
"Last Tuesday, Bansy Harbor was shrouded in fog, with violent winds raging. An ancient sacrificial tradition resurfaced. Some natives, led by a fallen Storm bishop who had secretly become a Heretical Leader, sacrificed living people and summoned Zombies, causing quite a commotion. Fortunately, the local Mandated Punishers dealt with the incident in time. Otherwise, the entire island might have been endangered."
"A fallen bishop?"
Audrey, beside her, cried out in shock.
Compared to the Church's armed forces, bishops of the various dioceses were undoubtedly more devout, and the scrutiny and concern surrounding their identity and faith were even stricter. No matter the reason, "falling" was a major matter.
"Yes, but when I performed Spirit Channeling on him, the bishop did not seem to believe he had betrayed the Storm. He thought he was doing the right thing—using every possible method to save Bansy."
Angel answered, still somewhat unable to understand Bishop Miller's response. Yet there was no other way to verify it now, unless...
She looked toward the Hanged Man, who held dual identities in the Church of Storms and the Tarot Club.
However, he had not noticed her gaze. After pondering for a moment, he asked:
"You actually had the chance to perform Spirit Channeling on a