The Church Guards were no match for him. The moment they clashed, one was sent flying backward. He slammed into the wall, slid down, and landed with his Breastplate caved in.
Annan stared in shock at the figure in the doorway. Who was bold enough to storm the Judgment Hall?
The same Church Priest stepped forward and stopped at the boundary between light and shadow outside the Judgment Hall. His face was cold. "Insolence. You have ties to Blackwatch, slander the Judgment Hall, and attack its Church Guards. Your crimes have multiplied. You are suspected of being a Heretic!"
Countless chains of Magic, almost solid to the eye, shot from the Church Priest's sleeves and coiled around the intruder like vines. The Epic Warrior who had seemed so formidable a moment ago was bound up like a chick and dragged inside without the slightest chance to resist.
Another squad of Church Guards came out, helped their injured comrade inside, and took their places.
Instead of turning back as he had before, the Church Priest swept an indifferent gaze over Annan, who had been watching from the foot of the Steps.
"Do you need something?"
"Nope. I'm just a country boy here to see the sights."
Annan snapped back to his senses and laid on a thick Northern Frontier accent. Muttering, "Well, those sure are some steps," he turned and ducked back into the Carriage.
"Quick, let's go!"
The Stablehand urged the horses on, and they hurried away from the Judgment Hall.
Only when they were about to leave Main Street did the Stablehand dare speak. "They were targeting you, Lord Annan!"
"I know."
Annan looked back and breathed a little easier when he saw no black dogs chasing them.
It was no coincidence that everything he had considered doing had