C1376 The Fake Mansion the Real Mansion

Hunsuo now felt like the prey he had once hunted.

No, not even prey.

He was at best expendable cannon fodder on the gods' chessboard, discarded once his usefulness expired.

Despite his unwavering faith in the gods, it didn't mean he had no desire to survive.

Hunsuo sensed a disparity between himself and the rest of the Holy See.

They were utter fanatics