Lanci sat on the edge of his bed, his fingertips gently touching the air, his gaze sharp and clear, his voice friendly but firm. He exuded a deep passion and sense of responsibility for the task at hand.
The Silver-armored Priest listened intently, his eyes focused on his leader, as if he were afraid of missing a single word, and he nodded slightly from time to time.
His head felt as if it were about to explode from all the information.
What they were about to do seemed much better than what the Church of the Goddess of Destiny had originally planned.