C264 The Beggar Group

The gray-silver figure fell silent for a moment.

Sorrel knelt confidently on the ground, which felt like an abyss of black mud, awaiting a response.

"Forget it, have it your way," came the soft voice of the gray-silver figure.

"As befits someone from the Satorius Heavenly Throne, I, Sorrel, will employ all my wisdom, strength, and methods to claim the head of the Holy Sword Wielder