"Before any agreement is reached," the Arch Priestess announced, her stare fixed on the armored figure at the center, "you must release the dead you've stolen, Necromancer."
The temperature of the discussion shifted.
"Necromancy is an abomination before the Goddess." Elisabeth's voice rang with certainty. "Every dead you've chained to your service is a soul denied its rightful passage. You will release them, or no agreement forged here carries the Goddess's blessing."
"Yes..." Skarn's head dipped in agreement, reeling from his careless blunder with the dogkin.
Rajah's followed a beat later. Keeping the fallen as soldiers was an insult to the kill.
"You're wrong, Arch Priestess."
Ayame's voice cut through, crystal clear and full of conviction.
Elisabeth's head snapped toward her. "You again? I am the Goddess's chosen representative, tasked with carrying out her will. You seem to be forgetting that part!"
