The knight in white armor looked at Victor with a scornful smile, the sound of his laughter echoing off the imposing staircase that led up to the matrix of the Church of Light. Victor stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the knight as a group of guards gathered a short distance away, watching the scene.
"What makes you think you can just show up here and demand an audience with the heroine Rosalyne?" The knight shook his head. "She can't be bothered with trivial matters from strangers who show up out of the blue."
Victor felt a growing warmth in his chest, a mixture of frustration and determination. He knew that this meeting was crucial. "My name is Victor Shieldman," he began, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. "Believe me, the heroine Rosalyne will want to hear what I have to say."
