“...Van Harald, what in the world do you think you’re doing?! Do you believe your daughter will remain safe after defying God?!”

A man cloaked in robes stood at the altar, glaring at Harald with bloodshot eyes, as though ready to kill him.

“Don’t you dare mention my daughter with that filthy mouth.”

Chill—

Harald’s voice, low and menacing, reverberated through the shrine, sending shivers down everyone’s spines. The echo lingered, sharpening the atmosphere to an almost unbearable degree, making even the air feel heavy.

It felt like a spell, but it wasn’t. It was the pure, unadulterated fury of …