The dark musicians did not even need to think in order to know what the guy was holding—holy nails from the Silence Governance!
These days, the only ones who would carry these chant material were either ascetic monks from the Church’s Ministry of Faith or silent monks from the Sacred City’s Silence Governance. Either way, it was not good news!
The former were executioners trained by the religious judiciary. They existed to tie everything heretic onto stakes to be burned. The latter were the trademarks of the Silence Governance. They were musician killers—musicians who existed to hunt musicians! Neither of them were anything good.
This guy looked like a newly official musician but everything could happen in this strange place. At this critical moment, they would not have any hesitation or relaxation. If they acted, they would not hold back—they would rip him apart and burn him to dust. Otherwise, they would be the ones being burned to dust.