Inside the magnificent hall, the Beastmen were prostrate on the ground, not daring to look directly at the distinguished guests.
Theirs was a display of supreme piety and fear.
Duotu stepped through the main doors and saw several Holy Envoys in the hall. They were clad in sacred, white-hooded cloaks that obscured most of their faces, and golden wings were embroidered over their chests.
He was the Monarch of a nation, yet even he was required to bow.
"I was not aware the Holy Hall was sending envoys. May I inquire as to your business?"
"We have heard that a descendant of our Angel Clan has been born in the Empire. We are here to take the child back to be raised among our own. We hope Your Majesty can bear to part with him." The Archbishop at their head stepped forward. Dressed in a dignified, dark red holy robe, he held a scepter topped with gold and jewels.
A condescending gaze, a tone that brooked no argument.
