Eric was silent for a moment. His gaze shifted from the Bishop's furious eyes to the city, now covered in ash and bloodstains.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Then, he spoke.
"Bishop, you say we destroy. You say we plunder. You say we kill. Then tell me, for the past four hundred years, who has been the true destroyer?"
He took a step forward, his boots striking the ground with a low, metallic clang.
"Who was it that raised the crescent moon in the Holy Hall of Damascus? Who was it that destroyed the Holy Sepulchre Church in Jerusalem? Who was it that reduced our brothers—the very first to convert to Christ—to slaves of Heretics, forcing them to pay the Jizya and bow their heads just to survive?
