Three days later.
The late February wind swept swiftly through the towering structures of the capital city, Herram. The vast edifice of the Temple of the Nirvana Knights stood tall in the crisp winter morning air, exuding an aura of solemnity and authority.
The towering spire of the building punctured the sky, its facade engraved with ancient legends of battles against demons. The frost-dusted white stones that piled up to form its exterior walls added an extra layer of mystique.
Near the entrance, two knights, clad in their dark grey armor and wielding long spears, stood guard. The several-meter-tall gate was adorned with a metal pattern representing the Holy Seal of the Nirvana Branch—a hollow eye in the cold grey totem's center. This eye, devoid of a pupil, radiated a faint glimmer as if it symbolized the final shred of hope it had devoured. A series of twisted, intertwined chains and vines covered with sharp thorns wrapped around this eye, holding it firmly in place.
