Sarkir: Hey, Cut Off from Supplies

Sarkir: Hey, Cut Off from Supplies

Many things happened at Karabor Temple that night, but to the decent folk who had gone to bed early, it was just another ordinary night.

After all, no real firefight had broken out, so it was as good as nothing happening.

Though Mother of Light suddenly announced the next morning that she would enter a long period of communion with the Holy Light at Aldor Temple, while also treating those elves afflicted with Magic Addiction, leaving many Eredar rather confused, those who had received prior hints understood that this meant the Vigilant had quietly eliminated the greatest hidden danger between the Argus Restoration Army and the Army of the Light.

Honestly, this was a good thing for everyone.

Even General S'fraelx felt immensely relieved that the matter had passed so smoothly. In her worst-case plans, she had already prepared to escort Mother of Light in fleeing the pursuit of the Argus Restoration Army.

Though she had sounded imposing when reprimanding the warriors in the streets last night, telling them to have faith in the honored one they followed, the Lightforged general herself had not possessed the slightest confidence.

She had lived in the Light Cosmic Domain for over twenty thousand years. No one understood better than she did just how dangerous fanatics could become once they went mad.

There was no reasoning with zealots!

After all, religious faith had never existed on the basis of reason or logic.

She had truly feared that the Vigilant and Ms. X'era would start fighting in the middle of their conversation, triggering an internal Holy Light conflict that would destroy Karabor Temple. Even within the Army of the Light, it was hardly uncommon for priests of different factions to begin hurling personal insults while debating scripture, only for