"They can't get out now, but if they could, I swear I'd strip every last one of them naked, coat them evenly in sea salt, then stuff them into sauce crocks one by one, heads down and asses up!"
Byrne left after that final curse, carrying his anger and helplessness with him.
Kallen could understand the Chief Bishop's feelings. As the highest-ranking official in York City District, he had to take charge of this rotten sauce crock despite having had no direct involvement.
The pollution had already broken out, and it was extremely high-level divinity pollution. In effect, an uncontrollable source of pollution had appeared within his jurisdiction.
He would have to keep spending manpower and resources to monitor and seal this place, dealing with all manner of problems arising from the source of pollution: the birth of special otherworldly demons, pollution among humans and clerics, all sorts of bizarre, uncanny incidents, and so on...
Perhaps, whenever a Whip of Order Squad took an assignment near the underground tunnel in the future, they would have to think twice. Unless the reward was high enough, nobody would want to go.
It was like a mayor discovering a drug manufacturing operation with a complete production chain in his jurisdiction. With all the problems that would follow, it would be a miracle if public order remained good.
Most importantly... nobody could be certain that the current degree of pollution was its highest level. In fact, it would very likely continue to rise, because there were quite a few elite clerics inside.
They were mutilating themselves now, dying, but that very likely wasn't the end. After this first round of the purest, most direct pollution, heaven knew what they would ultimately become.
Meanwhile, there were all kinds of high-quality sacred artifacts inside, including no