The remnants of the setting sun bathed the western sky in a splendid blaze of twilight.
Colin stood at the summit of the Holy Mountain, cloaked in an ethereal glow by the fading rays.
At this moment, it seemed as if he were at the center of the world, climbing up the steps, but the grand Holy Light Cathedral towering atop the Holy Mountain seemed to be actively moving towards him.
The Holy Temple Knights, who were guarding the exterior of the cathedral, stared at Colin, a sense of irresistible awe rising within them.
Only until Colin entered the gates of the cathedral did this disorienting vision suddenly dissolve.
"Mensai, you deceived me!" Colin snapped coldly, his voice echoing as if it came from the heavens above.
Cardinal Mensai stood behind a group of Holy Temple Knights, tightly gripping the Golden Horn. He forced a smile onto his face and respectfully replied:
"Count Angler, you misunderstand me. I merely helped you to achieve your goal ahead of time."
