Loyalty and Confession!!!

They had awakened.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. The wall-mounted torches stretched Luther's shadow long as he walked through a hiding place no Dark Angel would ever find.

The group Lion El'Jonson had sent out of Commorragh had awakened. He needed to ask them about Lion's final message.

After another turn—

"You are disloyal, Luther."

The mad Interrogator-Chaplain had been waiting here for a long time. He held a crozius as heavy as a warhammer, while the Blade of Reason, nearly the height of a mortal, gleamed coldly beside bloodstained walls.

Luther stopped. His eyes, deep within their sockets, fixed fiercely on Asmodai. The sound rolling from his throat was like the low growl of a threatened lion.

"You found this place?"

"You banished me from the pride, but I returned, traitor. Fallen Angel."

Luther laughed. It was unbelievable. Influenced by Lion, the Dark Angels remained a Legion of tangled interpersonal ties. Sometimes, in the dead of night, he wondered whether that was a curse.

Because of that curse, quite a few loyal madmen had emerged within the Legion.

Asmodai was one of them.

That damned younger generation did not understand what had truly happened on Caliban back then—though, put another way, perhaps none of them truly understood—but he stubbornly believed the Fallen Angels were guilty and deserved judgment.

Yes, when Caliban had shattered, some among them had indeed embraced darkness. But they had been an extremely small fraction.

After that, to evade Malcador's gaze, Luther had been forced to bury the greater truth beneath the darkness. But the Fallen Angels were absolutely not the evil lot they were rumored to be.

Luther stepped forward and seized the collar of Asmodai's chaplain robes. Asmodai could not beat him; that was a fact.

A threatening growl also came from Asmodai's