The cleric who emerged from the shifting light and shadows of the trees made no effort to conceal his aura, so the Candy Merchant and the Archdevil Duke, who had been vigilantly watching such a powerful presence all along, immediately noticed an astonishing fact—the current Aikar, Life's Call, was nothing like the relatively ordinary Morningstar Priest Punk had described. He had become a genuine Bright Moon Professional!
Well, that was just perfect. Being targeted by a Bright Moon powerhouse was a despairing situation where even running away was not worth considering for two warlocks with no real trump cards.
Although this encounter had allowed the Legendary Twins, who carried an important mission, to obtain the intelligence they wanted—they had confirmed that the Pious One had not left the Eternal Forest to join the war between the Silent Alliance and the Pantheon—it now seemed that these "scouts" would have no chance to pass that information on. From the tip of Aikar's short staff, nearly imperceptible threads had silently extended, encircling the entire corner of the square.
Those were filaments woven entirely from laws and divine power. Though the pale green strands danced lightly in the breeze and appeared to carry no threat, neither Mimibes nor Oakris had any desire to find out what would happen if they touched them carelessly.
Thinking about it now, perhaps this embarrassing failure had been "destined" from the moment they entered this elven forest, believing their concealment to be flawless...
"Ah, how do you intend to deal with us? I think Mr. Sai'an should, perhaps, possibly be willing to pay some wealth to ransom our lives. So killing us here would not be in your interests, would it? If possible, we would like a chance to contact Mr. Whisper of Destruction. I would like to ask