At the sound of that name, the High Priest shuddered.
A trace of unmistakable apprehension and reverence flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly lowered his head and replied:
"Your Excellency, Knight Kairils has just finished leading an expedition into a newly discovered secret realm. He should still be on his way back to Winterhold."
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should return in another two days!"
The High Priest swallowed and cautiously ventured a question:
"What do you have in mind, Your Excellency?"
The Archbishop withdrew his gaze, an inscrutable look flickering in his eyes.
"The great Supreme God thinks highly of him."
The Archbishop's voice echoed through the empty Divine Hall, carrying unquestionable authority. "Leave this matter to him."
"Have Kairils come see me as soon as he returns."
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
The High Priest dared not ask anything more. He respectfully accepted the order and withdrew.
The doors of the Divine Hall slowly closed, shutting out the wind and snow.
The Archbishop sat alone upon the lofty Divine Throne. Once more, his gaze pierced the swirling snow, turning toward the distant depths of the Wilderness.
"Kairils..."
The Archbishop murmured the name, a meaningful smile curling his lips.
"Since the Deity thinks so highly of you, surely you can easily resolve such a trifling little problem?"
"A rising star with limitless potential, was it?"
"Heh..."
Meanwhile, southeast of Fog Town, hundreds of kilometers from Winterhold.
After crossing the rugged Wilderness, the vast army of the Fourth Catastrophe finally reached the valley on the outskirts of Feather Town.
They stood halfway up the mountainside, looking down upon the small town hidden within the valley.
Just as the High Priest had said, the town was indeed much smaller than Fog Town.
Almost all its outer walls had collapsed, leaving only scattered