The little mummy had waited until now to expose Bedinos's true colors because she had intended to enlist the High Priests of the Church of the Blazing Sun to help take down the madman.
But she hadn't expected Bedinos to wield such immense influence!
With Lord Jomni, the High Priest of the Church of the Blazing Sun, gravely wounded by corruption and having willingly transformed himself into a sacred corpse to activate the Colossus, four of the Church's five High Priests—including Bedinos—had already defected.
And right in front of her, they had beaten the only loyal one, the good-hearted High Priest Pafi, until he was on the brink of death.
This was the classic case of a mouse jumping straight into a cat's den. Under the emotionless gazes of the other three High Priests, Nefertari's body began to tremble. Only now did she realize that perhaps Lord Jomni's "assassination" hadn't been an accident either.
Well, that was that. She was done for.
Yet in this moment, with her life hanging by a thread, a conversation she'd had with A-Feng in the cabin inexplicably surfaced in the little mummy's waterlogged brain.
Earlier, when A-Feng had analyzed the conflict between the Church of the Dead Moon, the Church of the Blazing Sun, and the Empire's Creator faith from political and religious perspectives, she'd scolded him for being absurd. Now, it seemed that she was the real fool.
Even outsiders who had never set foot in this world could easily spot the contradictions from a third-party perspective. Yet they Sangheili had remained oblivious for centuries, failing to notice the sharp conflicts hidden beneath a veneer of harmony.
But it was a little late to be thinking about that now.
She desperately shielded Freya as she backed away, but the platform was only so