Old World Called ( Closed )
Despite the absolute silent within the praying hall, the wonderous sounds of melodic praise echoed the golden hall. In front of the statue of the Lord, a speck of radiance manifested and expanded, turning from an infinitesimal dot into a sphere of warm grace. The Archbishop stood up and bowed to the statue before extending his hand into the sphere of radiance, taking out a glowing scroll, causing the sphere to dissipated into thin air.
"The Messenger of the Lord had spoken... The prophecy had been told. The Evil Witch of Chaos had corrupted one of our Champions of the Light. By the grace of the Lord, he had foretold us the location of their hideout." His voice resounded within the hall, detailing the greatness of the Lord and the importance of the mission.
"Bishop Infanitus, you shall bring forth the Lord's Judgement and correct your mistake." As his name was called, the Bishop stood up and walked towards the Archbishop. He bent his kneels down and kneeled before him, letting the Archbishop placed his hand onto his head.
In the hand of the Archbishop, a ray of light appeared and extended, forming a linear design that dimmed down and turned into a holy staff. With the design of the Lord engraved on it, only the one blessed by the Lord could use it. The Holy Power of the Lord circled through the staff, making the ordinary staff seemed holy and majestic.
"In consideration of your safety, the Lord had bestowed you with his Blessed Armament. Bishop Infanitus, do not disappoint the Lord."
"In the name of the Lord, I shall bring forth his judgement and correct my wrong. With this pair of hands of mine, the Evil Witch shall fall, and the light shall prevail!" Taking the staff, Bishop Infanitus chanted his prayer one more time before slowly retreating back out of the praying hall.
"The Lord had spoken, the Evil Witch had kidnapped our Champion of the Light into the other world. No matter where she ran, she could never escape the omnipresent grasp of our Lord!" The Bishop spoke as he gazed at the figures standing in front of him, praying devoutly to the Lord with their eyes shut.
"No need to worry, Bishop Infanitus. The disgrace that one of us had fallen into the Evil Witch's hand will be cleansed." A feminine voice echoed back.
"May the Lord guides us." Everyone spoke at the same time, before retreating into their personal room. In a few days, they would embass on their expedition, towards the other world, to hunt the last surviving witch...