Chloe kept her head lowered as she pushed Theus out of the room, too embarrassed to look up.
It was indeed her recklessness that had caused the mishap. When the two of them had tried it, they should at least have called someone else over. As a member of Moth Chasing Flame, she naturally knew how dangerous such things could be. Thinking back on it now still left her shaken.
If she had died because of her own stupidity, there would have been nothing to say. But she had nearly gotten Theus killed.
Moth Chasing Flame had now reached a partnership with Castel, but it was an extremely fragile one. If Theus died here because of her, then no reason would be needed—the enraged Banshees would tear apart their entire church.
They had even arrived already.
Theus opened the trapdoor and climbed up the ladder, only to be pulled behind Finier.
The Banshees stood in the church with weapons in hand, while several Moth Chasing Flame believers had been pinned to the ground by them.
The trapdoor was open, but the Banshees had not come down. Their cold gazes swept over Chloe, who stood below.
Chloe took a deep breath and forced herself to climb the ladder.
Hiding underground would certainly have been safe. The trapdoor completely separated the place into two sections, and the Banshees could not break in. But this incident had been caused by her recklessness. She could not just run away from it.
Once she came up, the Banshees' gazes toward her grew even more hostile.
She was covered in Theus's blood, especially her hands and face. The Banshees could smell it, yet she herself was completely uninjured. No matter how they looked at it, it seemed she had harmed Theus.
The Banshees were enormous. The