Riku's gaze, cold and devoid of mercy, swept over the remaining intruders. "You were ordered by the Church, you say?"
He took a step towards the second acolyte, who was now trembling violently, his face ashen.
"Didn't you give the old innkeeper a chance earlier? I will do the same as well. I will give you three minutes. Go and call the master you serve."
"You can call anyone you want. Your Vestarch Marius, the Arch Bishop, the Flame Matron, or even King Harius, if you can."
It sounded like a simple ask. However, the Acolyte was on the verge of bursting out in tears due to the sheer chill Riku's words carried. At this point, he was unable to form full coherent sentences.
"How.. did you know...what I said..."
"Time is ticking. You might want to hurry it up." Riku said with a grim smile, his voice completely flat.
"Ahhhh"
The acolyte, almost driven mad at this point, made a run for it. He moved as fast as he could towards the church, hoping to find some help.
