Ernest could not imagine how someone could shimmer with golden light from head to toe, even turning their skin gold. No normal person could do that, at least, and he had never seen even an Extraordinary like this. Moreover, the golden man radiated a faint but powerful aura, with intense magical fluctuations. He was a Wizard.
Judging by that sensation alone, Ernest estimated that the golden man's strength was on par with his own.
He looked a little longer and found the golden man somewhat familiar.
"Bruce?"
Although the man was shrouded in golden light, Ernest still recognized Bruce's face. Only Sebas and this golden man were in the room, while Bruce was nowhere to be seen.
That meant the golden man could only be Bruce.
He did not know what abnormal change Bruce had undergone or how he had ended up like this, but there seemed to be nothing evil about it. Instead, it felt natural, as though this was exactly how he ought to be.
Was this an innate ability of Bruce's, or something else?
Ernest did not dwell on it or ask any questions. After all, this concerned an Extraordinary's private matters. Though he would not ask, he had already committed Bruce's form to memory and would certainly report it to the Church.
The Church would surely have ways to uncover more closely guarded information.
Over these past two days, he had already confirmed that Bruce possessed two special innate abilities. The secrets of Godblood could never be fully unearthed.
"Bishop Ernest, you're here. Please, have a seat."
Seeing that the visitor was Ernest, Bruce stood and nodded slightly. Fawcett hurriedly stood as well, giving up the seat for Ernest.
Bruce was not surprised that Ernest had rushed over now. Ernest's battle with the demon and his