Congratulations on Winning Third Place in the "Who Does the Vigilant Saint Hate Most?" Competition

When Dick arrived at Karabor Temple's governor's district with his men, Neri and Akama were directing the Karabor guards in a fierce assault on the traitors' nest.

Both sides had deployed massive defensive units like Arcane Guards. The five- or six-meter-tall arcane constructs brawled with one another in the cleared area, and the thunderous clash of steel made the place feel like a battlefield.

Outside Othaar's governor's residence, several fanatical followers were continuously casting spells. Dick stepped forward and swept his gaze over them. When he spotted red-skinned Man'ari among those people, his expression turned extremely grim.

Whether Eredar or Draenei, transforming into a fallen one required time.

Othaar's followers were currently gathered in the southern highlands of Shadowmoon Valley, yet the followers he had kept at his side already included fallen ones. That alone proved they had been exposed to fel for far longer than anyone had imagined.

"Man'ari have a hard time escaping punishment under the Holy Light's scrutiny. The fel flowing through their bodies drives them to do some outrageous things. I can hardly imagine how Othaar hid these fallen ones in Karabor Temple, this holy land of the Light, for so long. The other archbishops' lax thinking can no longer explain this."

Dick said to Neri beside him, "These fallen ones have mastered some damned concealment technique. They can evade the Holy Light's inspection, which means we can't determine how many followers Othaar has or where they're hiding in a short time.

"Is that traitor inside?"

"He is! Yura risked herself to scout the place personally. She saw Othaar conducting some kind of evil ritual inside the residence."

Neri lowered her voice. "As for your doubts, one thing is certain: the Sha'tar priests personally led by Governor Othaar must be thoroughly investigated from beginning to end.