The dungeon.
Inside the Magic-Sealing Prison, Tyrael had been stripped of the yellow robe that marked him as a bishop. Magic-sealing chains bound his body, pinning him firmly to a cross.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled and his face filthy. Resentment and humiliation were written all over his aged face.
But no matter how he struggled, it was useless.
Ophiel had imprisoned him herself, and the chains on his body suppressed the power within his origin substance, leaving him unable to use any of his abilities.
"Lord Divine Chosen!"
The guard's voice came from outside the dungeon door.
"You may leave. I want to spend some time alone with him. Remember, no one is to enter without my orders."
"Yes!"
The footsteps receded.
The dungeon's sinister door creaked open.
Tyrael raised his head and fixed his gaze on the figure entering from outside. Wearing a yellow robe and a mask, who else could it have been but Lin En, the man who had just subdued him in public?
"Mr. Tyrael, I told you I would come to interrogate you."
Lin En walked up to him and gently removed his mask, revealing his handsome face.
"Have you been looking forward to it?"
Tyrael's gaze was fierce, but he said nothing. At the sight of Lin En, the frenzied emotions within him actually began to settle.
He knew perfectly well that this man was not the Valkyrie's Divine Chosen. Like him, Lin En was someone who had infiltrated the Church.
There was only one difference.
They represented different powers from the Spirit Realm!
"Oh? Why so quiet?"
Lin En smiled.
Tyrael's eyes flickered as he said:
"At this point, what is there left to say? If this is a factional struggle, then I admit defeat. I simply never imagined I