Erin pushed the doors open.
Aphria waited beside it, her back pressed against the wall and her head lowered. Her eyes tracked Neve from the side though as she followed the lamia, walking in.
The Hall of Miracles looked about as grandiose as the rest of the city did, with golden walls, a carpeted floor, and many different statues in parallel rows, forming a makeshift path leading deeper inside.
It was cold in here. So much so that Neve hugged herself for a little while before her eyes fell on the enemies up ahead.
Two opponents. One was a woman carrying a spear and a shield, the other was a man holding nothing at all.
Level 74
MP: 450/450
Level 74
MP: 750/750
[I'm guessing the guy's a mage?] Neve thought, putting her weapons in front of her.
In the distance, she could faintly see the silhouettes of more angels, which confirmed her suspicions.
