Justice, adorned in a simple yet elegant dress, turned her head to glance at Magician, discerning her thoughts.
The woman nodded slightly and uttered, "It would have been abnormal if He hadn't intervened in this incident. You, too, know what He wants most."
Magician didn't hesitate. With a sigh and a chuckle, she stepped into the faltering darkness.
Justice followed closely behind.
As they vanished, sunlight flooded the sky from Saint Viève Cathedral on Trier's island area, coalescing into a miniature sun.
The sun's rays pierced the darkness of Salle de Bal Brise, illuminating a translucent woman in a white robe adorned with golden threads. She possessed a captivating beauty and emitted a holy aura, as if impervious to the touch of dust.
Trier's guardian angel paid no heed to the Sacred Heart Cloister as she passed through the illusory door with a crack.
