God's Guard

The white robe of a regular cleric on his body, and his slightly dirty eyes, made Sard look no different from any old man who was basking in the sun on the streets in Rentato, although the atmosphere around him was indeed profound and gloomy.

He looked around at the empty square of the church and chuckled. "I was worrying that you did not dare to come, Lord of Storm."

With the vibe of a storm, Fernando snorted, "Why would I not dare come? Would the Church wait and watch while we grow all the while doing nothing? I bet that no waiting is needed at all. The moment the pope's God's Arrival is recovered next year, he will launch a total war against us. Therefore, we might as well take the initiative in the battle."