The interior of the room was beautiful.
A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, and unlike the rest of the cathedral, this place was painted with color. White pillars rose like monumental statues of strength, hope, love, and faith, and there were two floors, each founded upon smooth red carpet. The room looked like an indoor chamber where a king would stand high up where the Wraith was and wave to a crowd of his loyal followers, filled with royal air and dignity.
But the bloodbath that was about to ensue was anything but royal.
The battle began as the fully-armored knights charged forward, swords raised and shields mounted. They did not make any war cries, but the clanking sound of their armor was more than enough to show their ferocity.
However, if all they had were swords and shields, they still had a long way to go before they could fight back against Angelicas.
