The Holy Church stood tall and solemn, its white walls reflecting the morning winter sun with a blinding glow that enveloped the area in a magical radiance.
Within its expansive halls, the air hung still, unaffected by the outside world. Quiet and serene, these words perfectly encapsulated the atmosphere within its towering walls. It was a sanctuary of peace and reverence, yet it also served as the residence for many influential individuals, including the paladins –– a distinguished order of knights endowed with the ability to wield magic and blessed with holy powers, their purpose transcending mere earthly matters.
They were those who controlled the flow of any type of magic within the Kingdom. They were those who could judge the mages and alchemists, seal their powers, or sentence them to prison. And they were the ones whose single word could decide the fate of the ones holding magical powers. No matter who they were.
