"You did well," Blaze said, wiping the prophet's blood off his fingers.
"I did nothing worthy of your praise, my lord," the seer replied, his head lowered in reverence.
"It's a shame I can't create a spire here," Blaze continued, ignoring the seer's words.
The plan of taking over the cult was an astounding success. However, he didn't know much about the group or its wide operations.
He wanted to tame the prophets and get the information from them, but for some reason, the mind plague didn't infect them.
He thought the prophets were nothing more than a bunch of people playing dress-up. That wasn't the case, however, as they seemed to have protection from mental invasion.
In the end, Blaze had to kill them, storing the corpses in his domain. Once he had another spire up and running, he would use their corpses and read all of their memories.
He walked up to the table, sitting on it while gesturing for the seer to do the same.
