"Do you think this is a place you can just stroll into?"
Shade had wanted to argue with Daknis, but the old priest, who was being overwhelmed by the Church's Thirteenth Ring Warlock, suddenly spoke up loudly.
Perhaps feeling insulted, its extremely fish-like face flushed red. The three holy emblems on the back of its hands and forehead were glowing:
"Show some respect, humans! What do you think this place is?"
Shade and Daknis exchanged a glance, then both looked at the fishman. The old fishman was surrounded by a transparent shield formed from liquid, while the machinery controlled by the Creation Church's Thirteenth Ring Warlock was attempting to contaminate it.
"The age of humanity will inevitably be ended by the age of the deep sea. When the flame of civilization is extinguished and the world approaches its end, all of this will return to the deep sea!"
The old fishman priest of the Scarlet Secret Society prayed loudly in Delarion Common Language.
"Lunatic."
The witch cursed under her breath.
"You do not understand, humans. None of you understand. My lord said long ago that the world would eventually be destroyed. It is all destined. None of you can escape."
The fishman priest shouted. The holy emblem at the end of the temple seemed to answer its prayer, and that golden light made it even stronger:
"This is the temple of the Great One. The Ocean Dominator of Old Days once remained here. Heretics can expect only the destiny of Final Death."
That strange pressure indeed became more obvious with its cries. Not only the witch, the Church's Thirteenth Ring Warlock, and Daknis, but even Shade, whose soul contained divinity, felt short of breath.
"Miss Aurora, I'll help you deal with him in a moment."
Shade spoke softly to the