Chapter 588: Chapter 588 588: 587. No More God's Favored

Lord Inquisitor continued to gaze toward the west; he could also see they were getting closer. But instead of healing himself, he stood up and allowed the wind to flutter his dirtied robes.

His crushed hands were engulfed in fire as if he prepared himself for battle.

"Your Holiness, Lord Bard. Sylvester Maximilian." Inquisitor High Lord started; his voice was heavy and deep, echoing from behind his visor. The man who believed in speaking less spoke the most on that peculiar day.