Kyle moved fast toward the ritual grounds.
The divine energy in the air was thick. It made his throat dry. Breathing was hard. He clenched his jaw and pushed forward.
'I'm not too late.'
He didn't feel the heavy pressure of a god yet. That meant Tirakos hadn't arrived. Not fully.
The rift in the center of the ritual glowed. The air around it cracked and bent. Masked figures stood around it. They were chanting. Their faces were hidden.
The high priest stood in the center. His staff was raised. He was deep in prayer.
Kyle didn't wait.
He ran to the divine array and stabbed his sword into the ground. Mana surged through his blade. The array sparked and flickered. The ritual stuttered.
Everyone turned to look.
"What happened to the High Inquisitor?"
Someone shouted.
Kyle pulled his sword free.
"He lost. And so will you. This rebellion of yours is over now. If you stop now, then you will still have a chance to please for your life."
