Outside the Cathedral.
Almost all the most powerful nobles in Clockwork City had gathered.
At their head were several commanders, including Mogans and Nero, along with the seven bishops who had questioned Lin En's identity as a Divine Chosen throughout the entire incident. Their faces were filled with unease as they stood in the clearing outside the Grand Cathedral, like criminals awaiting judgment.
Mogans and Nero looked equally grave.
The Weird that had invaded Clockwork City had been driven back into the Spirit Realm. Aside from a few stragglers still being hunted relentlessly by the Exorcists, the entire city had returned to its former peace.
Had they not lived through that moment of utter darkness when the Great Sun went out, it really would have seemed as though nothing had happened.
But they knew.
Many things had already changed.
Before yesterday, they had still been trusted confidants whom the Divine Chosen relied upon. He had even entrusted them with the important task of tracking Tyrael. But now, after that upheaval, they were no longer certain whether they could ever regain his trust.
"Lord Mogans, Lord Nero..."
One of the bishops could not help approaching them, his forehead covered in sweat.
"I can assure you that the rumors targeting the Divine Chosen today had absolutely nothing to do with us. We... we swear we never questioned his identity. It was just that the rumors were spreading so wildly that we... we..."
Without a doubt, he was grasping at straws.
After witnessing that miracle with their own eyes, anyone who still dared to publicly question Lin En's identity would have to be out of their mind and courting death.
Mogans and Nero did not answer. They remained silent.
Unlike those bishops who had voiced their doubts, they had merely waited and watched.