The Holy Garden of Eden sprawled before them, a breathtaking expanse of golden long grasses that seemed to stretch endlessly under the radiant sun. A gentle breeze danced through the air, carrying with it an otherworldly scent that filled the atmosphere with a sense of purity and enchantment. Birds soared gracefully above, their melodic chirps adding a touch of serenity to the magical landscape.
At the heart of the garden stood a rectangular golden altar, adorned with intricate engravings that seemed to shimmer and come alive under the golden light. Upon the altar lay the unconscious form of Sylvia Celesta, her delicate hands bearing a small cut, and her bloodied palms rested gently on the sacred surface.
Walter Celesta, standing nearby, showed little patience as he inquired impatiently, "How long will this take?"
