Silence.
A long silence.
In the hall, everyone glanced at each other.
"Who?" Zim inquired.
"Bahamut," Huai Shi solemnly repeated.
"Oh, so it's Lord Bahamut."
Zim nodded in realization, then tilted his head and whispered to the snake-faced sacrifice beside the throne, "Never heard of him, have you heard of this guy?"
"No."
The snake-faced sacrifice shook his head in confusion, "But the hells in the Abyss are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, perhaps, it exists too? The aura of authority blessing from the ruler on that Dog-headed Man is definitely not fake; the other party is indeed a supremely revered ruler."
As Poxun's high priest, he could naturally sense the deep and dark Abyss nature within the other's soul, even faintly surpassing his own.
This guy must be a well-trusted subordinate in front of that Bahamut, right?
Yeah, still in the sense of 'deeply favored'...
The priest maliciously speculated.
