On the way back.
The bishops were all buzzing with excitement, as if they'd been shot with adrenaline.
But there was one exception among them: Bishop Aemon.
This particular man was naturally suspicious and indecisive about many things.
This was evident from his so-called 'compromise' and sympathy during the great upheaval the Truth Church had previously undergone.
Now, his expression had quickly settled back into a state of calm contemplation.
Meanwhile, the four bishops surrounding him were speaking to the current Viscount, York.
"Even now, this all feels like a dream."
"The dream of generations of Believers in Truth... To think that we would be so fortunate as to witness it!"
"Alas, if only..."
"If our Lord had performed a Miracle sooner, or even sent an Oracle through other means as he did this time, the Church would never have fallen into its current state."
An elderly-faced bishop lamented, but another shook his head.
