The first rays of dawn filtered through the grand stained glass windows of the Cathedral of Lumina, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floors. The light was soft, golden, and full of warmth—just as it had always been, just as it would always be under the watchful gaze of Lumina, the Goddess of Light. Clover stood at the altar, dressed in the flowing white robes of a Saintess, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of sunlight. She closed her eyes, feeling the divine energy of Lumina flow through her, filling her with a sense of peace and purpose.
For Clover, this was more than just a routine morning prayer. It was a moment of connection with the goddess she served, a reaffirmation of her vows as Lumina's chosen Saintess. As the leader of the Throne of Light Guild and the spiritual heart of the Church of Lumina, Clover bore a heavy responsibility—one that she embraced with unwavering dedication.
