Chapter 1247: A Bloody Message
Sorothom shuddered, unable to prevent the fluctuation in his aura.
"What is it?" Eisorn spat.
"It's nothing, sir," Sorothom said, arduously stifling his anger. He was the Founding Pope of the Kan'Tanu yet forced to grovel like a servant. "Moro is struggling against the restraints. And with the expenditure of setting up the nodes for the ritual…"
Eisorn looked at Sorothom for a few moments before scoffing. Still, he took out a red-and-black braid, which greatly surprised Sorothom. It looked like his handler was anxious enough to dip into his own stock, going so far as to take out a [Selfless Braid] that only B-grade Heart Elders could fashion.
Sorothom was just an acolyte when breaking off from the main sect, but he knew just how expensive they were. It wasn't just a matter of having the money, either. Heart Elders were rare, and creating a braid was both time-consuming and taxing. A Reincarnator would have to 'assist' in their experiments or accomplish deadly tasks to even get their foot through the door. Unfortunately, Eisorn was likely spared that torment, being the leader of their covert mission.
"This is the only one. If you still can't hold it together until our mission is accomplished, then our promises won't matter. The true mantras won't save you if you can't regain the ground you've lost. You will fall from the defense, and your companion isn't qualified to ascend on its own."
"It's just a temporary setback," Sorothom assured. "I've spent too much time in the graveyard, and some of the turbulence has seeped into—"
"I'm not interested," Eisorn cut him off. "Your ineptitude let the Empyrean Throne escape. If you further harm our undertaking with your instability… "
"It won't happen," Sorothom assured the Black Heart Hall Master.