Bone King: Homemade plug-in, I am the god of destiny Chapter 108

The morning sun rose, its warm light illuminating the land and dispelling the last vestiges of the night’s chill.

At this moment, a solemn atmosphere hung over the training ground behind the Grand Cathedral of the Slane Theocracy’s Holy Capital.

The entire training ground was divided into two circles by a low, circular wall. The center was an open, flat area, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people for combat training. The outer ring featured tiered seating for spectators and resting.

The training ground had been cleared in advance, and even the main gate was guarded by members of the Scripture of Fire, one of the Six-Color Scriptures directly under the Archbishop, preventing any unauthorized personnel from entering.

In the spectator stands, all twelve members of the Theocracy’s Council of Archbishops were present. The Black Scripture, though missing some members, had also gathered here, awaiting the start of a battle.

Though the Chief Archbishop was aged, with a face full of wrinkles, his eyes remained sharp and piercing as he focused on the two figures in the training ground.

Standing on the right was an old man who appeared to be over seventy. He wore a luxurious black magic robe and held a magic staff, a classic mage’s attire.

Across from him, the girl’s figure seemed quite petite, roughly