A Clash of Ideals and the Answer of the Mark of Discipline / Reflections After the Meeting

When the necromancer stepped into the meeting room, he saw the beautiful nun he had not seen in a long time once again.

Apponia still possessed that awe-inspiring aura of mystery and sanctity, as though the passage of time meant nothing more than fleeting shadows to her.

Her azure eyes were deep and hollow, like a bottomless ocean, and the power hidden within them secretly alarmed Moros.

It was a terrifying power capable of shaking the self-perception of even High Legendary powerhouses. Even as a necromancer of the Demigod Rank, he could not help but take notice.

The reason Moros had such a clear understanding of Apponia's power was that the instant he entered the room, she had already activated the power of her Discipline.

"Please repent for your sins."

Her voice was calm and gentle, yet it was like an irresistible torrent washing over Moros's mind, attempting to shake his deepest sense of self.

Unfortunately, the gap in power was not so easily erased.

The power of Discipline was indeed remarkable, but the gulf between High Legendary and Demigod Rank was not something that could be bridged overnight.

It could not even break through the dual defensive mechanism formed by the two Legendary Spells constantly maintained upon the necromancer, Legion's Shelter and Soul Torrent. The power of Discipline within Apponia's words was completely worn away.

"Miss Apponia, welcoming me in such a manner after our long-awaited reunion seems rather inappropriate, doesn't it?"

A faint smile curled at Moros's lips as he tried to ease the tense atmosphere between them with words.

However, Apponia acted as though she had not heard him.

She remained in her devout posture of prayer, hands clasped together and eyes closed, gathering the solemn and powerful force of Discipline once more.

"Please repent for your