The rapid bells tolled urgently, seven short peals in quick succession, followed by a few seconds of silence, then seven more, for three rounds in total.
Terrian cocked his ear to listen to the stirrings outside the window, he heard some conversation in the corridors as well as the hurried footsteps on the open ground outside.
The clergymen of mid-level and above responded to the bell, they were arranging protective measures at key locations and preparing for the night watch, while the most senior person in the cathedral should have already gone to a secret sanctuary, ready to participate in the assembly of saints.
Terrian was not of the church, but after half a century of life, he had a good understanding of these customs, he could discern critical information from the frequency and repetition of the bells—it was the ringing for a "listening" summons, an invitation to assemble sent directly from the Tomb of the Nameless King, and it sounded quite urgent.
