The serenade of the rains softly spread across the castle.
Its crystal drops hum over the roofs and the windows, bathing the earth and capturing moonlight over the grass.
And with these gentle rains, came a cold that could make anyone shudder.
The Hall of Sin and Virtue was constructed through pillars and a circular open dome. It was a temple dedicated to the five immortal beasts and the gods who made them perish.
It was also where disciples were required to often kneel and reflect upon their behaviours. Almost every one of them had been there, even Ahzure.
But Ezrahl…
He was different.
Always being perfect in what he did. The words of his punishment spread all over the castle like wildfire. By dawn, everyone knew he would be lashed three hundred times.
