Azrael stepped back into the bustling streets of the capital, making his way towards the towering cathedral that stood as a beacon of faith. His purpose was clear - to seek information on his next targets, hopeful that they would provide him with the dark ki he craved, surpassing the limited offerings of the tournament.
As Azrael approached the sacred edifice, he found himself amidst a congregation of devoted worshipers, their voices hushed in reverent prayer.
Their whispered pleas and devout whispers permeated the air, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and devotion. Undeterred by the devout gathering, Azrael proceeded to his customary spot within the cathedral, a secluded seat where he patiently awaited the dispersal of the worshipers and the arrival of the priest.
Silent and stoic, he observed the faithful as they concluded their devotions, their earnest expressions giving way to quiet conversations and the gradual departure of the devout.
