Lyle eventually left the chapel, his thoughtful silhouette disappearing under the watchful eyes of a crowd of maids. Inside the chapel, Loveday and Aryan silently breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, as everyone seemed to have secured the outcomes they deemed satisfactory.
Aryan's gaze swept to one side, landing on Mr. Raymond with a somewhat helpless expression.
On the pure figure of the King of the Crusaders, a layer of contamination, worthy of being deemed as desecration, had attached itself. It was a mass of living flesh, dyed golden yellow, clinging onto Raymond's back, with some tendrils already reaching through the gaps in the armor into the body of the Lord of the Holy Light. To the Holy Light, its function was utterly evil. It was the adaptable blood origin left behind by Lyle, meant to mutate, evolve, and grow continuously, until it breached Raymond's defenses of the Holy Flame.
