"Keep searching! There's no way they've gotten far!" one of the Church's followers shouted, torch in hand as he prowled for those who had dared trespass upon his sacred ground.
"They're strong—but remember, you don't have to defeat them. All you need to do is reveal their location, and our dear Bishop will handle the rest!"
"Dying to fulfill the Lord of Light's will is a great honor few truly grasp. There is no end more glorious than this! Our enemies will writhe in hell, while we are reborn—stronger, purer! That is the destiny we seek!"
"Do not fear death! Death is the beginning, not the end!"
Among the swarms of the Church's faithful flooding the forest were many who kept spewing such speeches—people of high rank within the Church.
Their words inflamed their followers, stoking them to a fever pitch, indifferent to death.
Their enemies were no ordinary foes: Frey Starlight, Snow Lionheart… and the enigmatic prince, Aegon.
