Quintus stands before the statues depicting the Triumvirate with a disdainful look. "No wonder this heathen city fell," he says, shaking his head in disgust. "They did not call on The One to protect them."

While it is a relief to see Quintus' renewed faith, a part of you wonders what Verum's current affliction means. People certainly call to the one within its walls, yet plague still ravages the capital. Is judgement coming once again? Is the One indifferent? Or, is there a higher purpose at work here?