Audin examined his inner self to check the restraints placed upon his body.

Soon, an image rose to mind—golden chains tightly wrapped around his entire body. Because he’d drawn slightly upon divinity of late, the thin veils that had once covered those chains appeared to have frayed and vanished, yet the chains themselves remained intact.

The chains were his own doing. The veils covering them had been placed by others.

As he checked his restraints for the first time in a long while, memories from the past came rushing in like a flood.

Moments he’d deliberately ignored.

“To defend heresy—is that what you believe an inquisitor should do?!”

The first to shout was the corrupted bishop.