In a secluded cave on the outskirts of Saint Millon.
"Poor Ince Zangwill. A Demigod from the Numinous Episcopate has been relentlessly pursuing him, leaving him no time to address his own problems. His condition has only grown worse..."
A white, classical-style Quill floated in the air, automatically writing lines steeped in mockery. "He once abandoned everything to advance. Now, it is time for him to pay the price..."
"Enough! Stop!"
A voice roared, brimming with fury. Ince Zangwill struggled to his feet. His appearance had undergone a marked change: white bandages wrapped his face and body, while the exposed skin was covered in pale yellow pustules. A few greasy white feathers had even sprouted from it.
He reached out with an ulcerated hand, seized the Quill, and wrote beneath the text:
"All the above descriptions are null and void."
Whoosh!
The words that had been flickering within the cave walls went dark the instant he finished writing that sentence. Ince Zangwill's seething spirituality also subsided, growing still.
"Hah, hah..."
He clutched the classical-style Quill, panting heavily.
"Damn it..." His chiseled features were now filled with rage and resentment as he cursed under his breath at the fate that had brought him such misfortune.
0-08 trembled constantly in his palm, seemingly mocking him in silence.
Suddenly, steady footsteps sounded outside the cave. An elongated silhouette appeared in the light streaming through the entrance. Someone had come to visit.
"What a sorry state you're in, Your Excellency Archbishop Ince."
A gentle female voice rang out softly, echoing through the cave.
"Shut up. I don't want to see you right now."
Ince Zangwill abruptly raised his head and glared coldly at the visitor standing at the entrance. "If you have no business here, get the hell out."
He retained enough reason not