The tall figure strolled alone on the garden path, appearing somewhat lonely, the chilly winds of early spring were still harsh, and the thin overcoat did nothing to block the invasion of the cold wind, making the lone figure even more desolate.
It's cold at the top, Welch deeply understood this expression.
When the Salvation Society had not yet emerged, he could remotely control and direct everything from the shadows, handling all matters with ease and order, leveraging the Church of Light's influence, the Society's influence had unknowingly permeated every corner. But now, having cast aside the seemingly constraining Church of Light, he had thought he would be free to act at will, yet everything was not as he had imagined.
The rift between him and Komer had become apparent, the days of their close collaboration had become a thing of the past, although on the surface, both parties still exchanged pleasantries, Welch knew this was just to mask the underlying chill.