Pastor Hongward spoke in a calm tone, yet beneath his voice lay an unwavering conviction. He held his teacup with both hands, allowing the warmth of the porcelain to seep into his skin. "The Church of Krisihan is not merely a place of worship but also a pillar that has upheld the Empire since its very foundation," he said, his gaze fixed on Arkan, filled with deep reverence for the church's long-standing history.
Arkan leaned back against his chair, his eyes never leaving the man before him. "Krisihan… What kind of figure was he?" he asked, wanting to dig deeper.
Hongward took a slow breath, sipping his tea before continuing. "Krisihan was a divine emissary sent to guide humanity through its darkest era. He was born into humble circumstances, in a world that had lost its morality. From childhood, he displayed wisdom far beyond his years, and miracles surrounded him, earning the devotion of those who believed."
