The silence outside stretched on for a long moment. Eventually, the man could no longer bear the stalemate. With an external enemy present, he had no choice but to relent first, his voice dropping to a low, placating tone. "Alright, my Natural Archbishop, there's no need for us to fight. Let's just say I was wrong. Honestly, we both know what the other is like. There's no need to keep up this charade. You don't really believe your 'god' will actually return, do you?"
The man had expected his compromise to be met with concession, but his words only seemed to drive the woman into a deeper frenzy.
"Markel, if it weren't for God's arrival, you'd still be a rat in the gutter, eating disgusting trash and living a life worse than a dog's! You have what you have today because of him, yet you show no gratitude.
"Your heart is no longer devout, and God will abandon you. As for me, God once told me that when He reactivates His battle armor, it will signal His imminent return."
