Caelum's face twisted into a mocking grin as he witnessed Isaac's movements and felt the terrifying force bursting from him.
"You do remember him well. But are you sure you want to fight me with that sword? I'll offer you one last chance to surrender yourself."
Isaac softly said to Harry, who had also drawn a silver scimitar, "Get ready to make a break for a car when the time comes."
Harry's face was etched with seriousness, and he nodded in understanding.
The aftermath of Philip's demise had been clear. As Robbie had warned, the Lumen Church would not let such a matter slide. The Archbishop, Philip's superior, was particularly unlikely to accept the death of his subordinate at the hands of a Cynean.
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