After reviewing the bishop's memories, Anvis glanced at the Magic Hourglass on the Altar.
There was only a thin layer of sand at the bottom of the hourglass, with barely a few grains having fallen through.
This kind of hourglass maintained a special spell effect. For every minute's worth of sand that fell, the sand at the bottom changed color, following a rainbow gradient from red to purple.
This hourglass could measure a maximum of seven minutes. As sand of other colors passed through its narrow neck, it reverted to red.
When Anvis looked over, the grains had just changed from red to orange.
Although it seemed as though a long time had passed in the memories, only fifty-nine seconds had elapsed in reality.
Beside him, Yanile stood quietly, completely unaware, waiting for his instructions without the slightest impatience.
"Very good. I understand. For now, wait here a while. I need to make some temporary preparations."
Casually putting away the hourglass, Anvis gave his instructions in a low voice.
"I understand, Priest Your Excellency."
Yanile nodded, then sat down directly on the ground and began entering a Meditation State without any guard up, attempting to recover from his injuries.
"Remember, when reality returns to this world, the Primal Moon shall bring us home—"
Beneath his hood, Anvis smiled soundlessly before leaving the underground cave.
Using the identity of a Moon Calling Sect priest to communicate with the bishop throughout was one layer of insurance he had prepared for himself.
Even if the Holy Radiance Church truly discovered the existence of the Twisted Seed, or merely noticed that something was wrong with the bishop, searching the bishop's memories afterward would only lead them to conclude that he had been captured by the Heretic God Cult on the island.
As for seemingly