Meanwhile, in the heart of Kendou, the Capital of the vandorian Kingdom, the grand church loomed like a fortress, a massive edifice of stone and stained glass that had long replaced the old Temple of the country.
Its towering spires pierced the sky, and the intricate carvings on the walls depicted scenes of divine judgment and holy wrath by the goddess, Fate.
The air within the church was thick with the scent of incense, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood that seemed to permeate the very stones. Rows of candles lined the walls, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own.
In the heart of this vast structure, Knight Sheyi sat in deep meditation, surrounded by a circle of candles.
