"I brought someone."
In Fu Qian's observation room, Lady of the Sanctuary called out toward the chapel ruins.
The response was strong. Several men dressed just like her looked up almost in unison, clearly having been waiting for this.
"Pleased to meet you."
Unfazed by the attention, Fu Qian greeted them with a smile and surveyed the building, which had been reduced to little more than its foundation.
It was a stark contrast to the scene in the nightmare, far beyond the effects of age and decay. It looked as if Godzilla had trampled it twice on his way past.
It was hard not to wonder what had happened here.
"Which one is Lord Prout?"
That did nothing to diminish Fu Qian's eagerness to meet the man. He turned to Amira and asked.
"...The one sitting down."
The Sanctuary elders had said nothing, but since they had called him here, and even claimed the reason was to speak with Lord Prout, there seemed little point in hiding his identity.
Amira hesitated briefly, then answered in a low voice.
Just as he'd thought.
Fu Qian looked toward the depths of the chapel, unsurprised.
Prout was the only one sitting who wore a long robe.
He wore the same finely made mantle as the others. He was clearly a large man, with a thick beard, but his sickly pallor was still impossible to hide.
He was also the only member of the Sanctuary who hadn't scrutinized Fu Qian.
His eyes were shut tight, and his face was somewhat contorted. He was clearly in poor condition.
Of course, he wasn't the only one sitting.
All around the square, several other figures sat silently in various poses.
Fu Qian easily picked out Harriet, the man who'd been bitten on the neck, and plenty