His gaze subtly crossed with Priscilla's, analyzing the gleam in her eyes beneath the edge of her dark cloak, and then locked back onto William.
Ryan raised his right gloved hand, holding the rough fabric of the brown scarf that covered his face almost completely.
"The SS rank is when you are the most compatible for the deity to take over your body."
Ryan let the words out in a direct manner, watching how the white vapor of his breath mixed with the cold air.
"It does not surprise me that you hide your rank, but. When exactly did you realize that?" Ryan asked in an extremely calm tone, without showing a single drop of surprise.
Priscilla looked at him with evident curiosity from her position right next to the hero.
Her delicate features reflected an enormous amazement, since probably not many heroes were aware of that harsh reality.
The dark secret that the church carries with it in the deepest part of its immaculate territories.
