For a child merely three months old, to utter such complex words in rhymes was something that no one could shrug off. Additionally, Sylvester's hymns and magical strength had the Lord Inquisitor sold on the idea that he was the true God's Favoured.
THUD! - The Inquisitor High Lord prostrated in front of him with his helmet touching Sylvester's feet.
His voice still echoed throughout the open air and appeared to have a slight tint of shaking.
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