Book 8, Chapter 122

Sypha’s World

Seeing the priestesses remain silent, Richard sneered, “Does the high priestess really think she can hide in her little hole?”

“The High Priestess is training in some mystic arts,” one priestess tried to smooth things over, “It is an inconvenient time for her.”

“Training?” Richard let out a hearty laugh, “You lot only need to stand on stage and make a few poses to get that timeforce all of you die for, what mystic arts do you train? Do you really think you’re all Chosen? Even if Flowsand and Ferlyn aren’t here, it isn’t her turn.”

The priestess blushed, but before she could continue Richard waved her off, “If she doesn’t wish to treat me right, I guess there’s no need to be courteous.”

The golden hourglass appeared atop his head, but this time many recognised that there were even more designs than before. He had recovered...