Fate

Hearing Clayde’s words, Linley fell silent.

“Haha, Linley, now you should know who your true enemy is, right? But are you capable of dealing with the Radiant Temple?” Clayde laughed wildly, on the edge of hysteria. Clayde knew that he was going to die, and at the moment of his death, he had decided to bring as much chaos to the world as he could.

“Do you speak the truth?” Linley’s voice was hoarse.

Actually, Linley already believed what Clayde had just told him, precisely because this was the only possible explanation as to why the Radiant Church would have given Clayde a Saint-level Fateguard.

“You yourself know whether I speak truly or not.” Clayde laughed wildly.

Linley fell silent.