Chapter 160

Geras, the Executioner, kept rambling on, leaving Lloyd utterly bewildered. "Mysterious," "sublime," "magnificent," "solemn," "dizzying," "suffocating"—what was this? Had he been glanced at by a Saint or a dark god? Oh wait, did dark gods even exist in this world? He’d never heard anyone mention them. In any case, the Saint that Geras described sounded nothing like the one Lloyd had met. The Saint he knew had a gaze so gentle and serene, like a childhood sweetheart from next door who stayed by your side, understanding your every thought and movement. There was nothing lofty, fearful, or intimidating about her; on the contrary, she was so approachable that you’d want to take her soft, warm hand and walk to the ends of the earth.