Chương 47: You Never Fumble The Bag!

"Well…it's a lot more than expected," facing the astronomical numbers of flaming projectiles dropping from the sky, Mithras stayed stoic, his lips curling into a wry smile. 

All theocracies had at least one Cursed Flame guarded by their strongest retired guru. The moment the reigning grand priest died from unnatural causes, the Cursed Flame would activate, seeking the cause of the grand priest's death to destroy it at all costs.

The Red-Cloud Theocracy had two Cursed Flames, controlled by the former grand priest and headmaster respectively. 

This was common knowledge. And the reason why from the start, Cassandra never expected Mithras to kill the grand priest. Mithras didn't plan to either—finding the deed not worth the trouble it'd bring. But as the picture of his father burning on a funeral pyre appeared in his mind, Mithras moved on autopilot—reducing Elijah to ashes. 

And yet…he wasn't satisfied.