Chapter 77
::My brother will not protect you from my justified wrath.::
There was silence as the other preachers looked at each other. They were starting to doubt the usefulness of their weapons. Sebastian wore the smuggest grin he could manage.
I gave a small sneeze as one of the guards suddenly froze into an icicle, halberd still drawn.
::Put down your weapons.::
They threw them to the ground and ran. No amount of elite training and preparation could hope to face a dragon. The priests did not run, even as the guards fled.
“W-We cannot, for…” There was no further explanation needed as I breathed a cone of frost on top of them all, covering the front foyer of the great church in ice. I was getting annoyed that they were so unwilling to budge on their principles. What was I going to have to do, hunt each of them down?