Tournament I
Cold Raven Valley.
Calamity Crossing Cathedral.
The largest cathedral in the valley looked empty at this moment.
Only Archbishop Byron knelt devoutly on the ground.
Before him stood a statue of the Raven God.
At present, the statue was shrouded in a dim glow.
"By the divine will, the item You asked me to deliver has reached Safri's hands."
Archbishop Byron reported in a humble tone.
"I am aware."
An ethereal voice drifted through the cathedral, making it impossible to trace its source.
Archbishop Byron prostrated himself once more, not daring to look directly at the statue before him.
After a moment of silence, the ethereal voice appeared again.
"Byron Passata, I know the concerns in your heart."
"At the edge of the rules, I glimpsed a trace of the future's course."
"The Chosen One standing behind Safri will surely rise to prominence in the new era."
"They may even set foot in the Astral Realm and the divine kingdom."
"There are only benefits to be gained from associating with them."
Only then did Archbishop Byron raise his head.
"Divine One, Your will is the beacon of the faithful."
"The projection ritual is nearly prepared. When the time comes, Your divine projection will descend upon Lentax."
His face was filled with devout frenzy, showing no doubt or objection whatsoever.
The statue dimmed along with it.
After the divine revelation exchange ended, Archbishop Byron slowly rose to his feet.
His expression became somewhat complicated as he looked up at the carvings within the cathedral.
In the end, he turned and left with firm resolve.
Within Tri-Pole City.
The chief priest held a candle in his hands and chanted scripture.
Suddenly, the pendant hanging from his chest lit up, and a clear projection appeared.
The faces of Black-Robed Bishop