Archpriest

The sunset's glory was vanishing as the night soon arrived.

Chopped bramble sticks were laid in the grand hall of Thorn Temple, forming a bed of thorns and Archpriest Sirontu was lying on top of them with a peaceful look on his face.

Priest Einderson led the others and knelt before the elder.

They appeared sad yet respectful.

If it wasn't for the elderly archpriest's decisive move by sending them into the secret passage, the "seeds" of Thorn Temple would have been wiped out and the "fire" of Thorn Temple would be completely extinguished.

"Oh respectful archpriest, you have fulfilled your vows in this life, with your life!"

"May you be at peace after returning to Lady Vanessa's arms!"

Priest Einderson prayed.

It was a simple prayer and ritual without the slightest bit of complications.