No Mage had ever dared bring a Demon to a Monastery to gaze upon the statue of the Divine Emperor.
At least.
Before the Great Rebellion, no Mage had dared to do so.
He watched as Cultivators filed out of the Monastery and offered them a slight, elegant bow.
"Good afternoon, Cultivators. Perhaps I should give a proper introduction. I am the most loyal servant of the Thousand-Change Monarch, and the future master of this world—and of you.
You may call me Scholar Lakon.
In my master's name, I am here merely to inform you that you have one day to tear down the statue of the Divine Emperor and seriously consider the future of your faith.
If you cannot give me a satisfactory answer by this time tomorrow..."
After the lengthy introduction, the uninvited Mage finally revealed his evil side.
He raised his Scepter. A cold, sinister power mercilessly drained a man's soul, condensing it into a pale orb of light in his hand, which he then fed to the Red-Eyed Crow.
