Archbishop Mahri

"Aw don't make that face. It's not very hard to guess when you keep snooping around. Plus, you don't smell like the rest of us." Mahri narrowed her eyes as the spy wanted to run but his legs were held in place by red tendrils coming out of the floor.

"Don't run, not while you have the privilege of witnessing the birth of something far greater than yourself." Mahri laughed.

"But I'll take it as that you don't want to kill your fellow Guildmates. Bravo, such sense of camaraderie." She clapped while walking over to him.

"So tell me, have you ever felt the gaze of death? The moment you know you are facing something outside the realm of common sense, a beast that makes you want to run the moment you set your eyes upon it? The moment you feel as though you face the devil." Mahri asked while narrowing her eyes.

Kneeling down, she grabbed his chin and made sure he kept his eyes upon the bulb that sat upon the head of the Titan.