Salomon had not expected Luca to call just a few hours later, but he did not doubt the lead the journalist had provided. That guy would do anything to uncover the truth now.
After hanging up, he looked up at Rodin. Luca had been loud enough for Rodin to hear him even from behind the bar. After setting a chocolate sundae before Salomon, the sunglasses-wearing bar owner reached for the remote beneath the counter—behind the bar was the owner's territory, and customers were not allowed to reach in carelessly. That was the rule at The Gates of Hell Bar.
"I am now standing before Izawell Tower in Wigrid, the holy city of the Ragnar Covenant. It is said that this year marks the once-in-five-hundred-years descent of Creator Jubileus, the supreme deity of the Ragnar Covenant. Followers around the world are celebrating Easter in jubilant anticipation." The small LCD television hanging on the wall switched to the WNN World News Channel. The anchor continued her report as the screen filled with Lagnan Cultists dressed in white robes trimmed with gold. Their hands were clasped before their chests as they faced the same direction. Then the footage changed, showing Ragnar Covenant priests. They wore white as well, but without hoods; emblazoned upon the front of their tall, broad white hats was a golden sun emblem.
Fake news! Salomon curled his lip.
The Ragnar Covenant probably had not even existed for two full five-hundred-year cycles. This Easter celebration had most likely been announced at the last minute, yet those Lagnan Cultists still believed it wholeheartedly. For such a young religion to wield this much influence was probably why the Sorcerer Supreme had chosen to conceal the existence of gods and demons. With human minds as fragile as they were, they could not resist