In the center of the City-State, at the highest point of Frost, the Silent Sanctum stood quietly on the mountain top. The gloomy sky made this solemn and dark building seem even more oppressively silent. Its numerous spires stood piercing through the mist, like thorns and blades, overlooking the entire city.
A tall figure, particularly conspicuous among the crowd, walked leisurely across the square in front of the cathedral, looking around at the surrounding scenery like an ordinary tourist.
Before long, a gentleman wearing a deep brown coat, exuding an elegantly mild temperament, emerged from the crowd and walked straight towards the tall figure.
Seeing Morris approaching from the crowd, Fenna moved discreetly to a relatively secluded spot.
"There's nothing abnormal on the cathedral square," Fenna leaned against a streetlamp, her eyes on the cathedral's main doors not far away, speaking in a low voice.
