Lord Vought turned to Michael and Yuna, giving them obeisance by kneeling on both of his knees. "Forgive me. It seems that my connection to the Iron Maiden is still but a tenuous one. I should have known your holy presence from the very start."
Michael internally shook his head. He could never understand how Fudge could manipulate people like this so easily.
Lord Vought wasn't just some guy, he was a Draconian! And not just any Draconian, but someone who had enough strength and confidence to declare war upon an Upper Echelon company without batting an eye!
Just that brief show of power was enough for Michael to know that Lord Vought was definitely high up in the Nascent Spirit realm. Maybe even beyond it! Fudge's tricks shouldn't have worked on a man with this caliber of power.
"I am honored to be in the presence of the Chosen One," said Lord Vought. "Looking at your holiness now, I can definitely see the power of the Iron Maiden resting on your stature."
